Slurpee

Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it

Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it

This shit wet, this shit cold, this shit icy

This shit, ooh, this shit wet, this shit icy (Look)

Don't you dare gettin' it twisted, if I'm on it then I body it (Uh)

I got the feelin' that people around me don't care nothin' about it (Say what?)

I want the money, the fame, the view from the house in the valley (All of it, all of it)

I cannot wait for divine intervention, I'ma do without it (Ooh, yeah)

QC gets cold in the winter, but summertime feels like Nevada (Ooh, yeah)

Roll up a wood, fog up my face, fly to Nirvana (Ooh)

This shit ain't real, all that shit fake, that booty plastic (That booty)

Still when I hit it, it start to bounce, it do gymnastics (Oh)

My hundreds smellin' like maple, uh

I fucked your bitch, she ain't faithful, uh

She keep inhalin' that vapor, uh

My dick, it feel like a baker, uh

My dick, it feel like a baker, uh, my dick

My dick, it feel like a

Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it

Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it

This shit wet, this shit cold, this shit icy

This shit, uh, this shit cold, this shit icy

Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it

Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it

This shit wet, this shit cold, this shit icy

This shit wet, this shit cold, this shit icy