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Shordie Shordie - Too Much Lick Her (Acoustic) (Live Session)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shordie Shordie
Shordie Shordie
Performer
Chetina Guadalupe
Chetina Guadalupe
Background Vocals
Just Yola
Just Yola
Background Vocals
Gabrielle Elyse Oberes
Gabrielle Elyse Oberes
Harp
Christopher Washington
Christopher Washington
Guitar
Maurice Ivory
Maurice Ivory
Drums
Seyi Sax
Seyi Sax
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raquan Hudson
Raquan Hudson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shordie Shordie
Shordie Shordie
Producer
Baby D
Baby D
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Pullin' up trim, backseat fillin' up gym, wait
Chillin' with dem, bitches keep touchin' me, him, wait
Back up, I see 'em, he prolly want me to be him, ayy
She prolly jump in my DM, ayy
Bitch startin' to act like my BM aye
Let me take that back
'Cause when they see this is'll prolly be child support
He played with me, get a bullet
So now when he shit, that **** need bowel support
**** act like he don't fuck up
That ****'ll fuck up, he really need our support
Who the fuck is you talkin' to?
Tell me where you at, follow you
Said that you home, pulling up by my side
But you not, why'd you lie?
Pullin' off, gettin' high on you
Fuckin' with lames, now I don't feel the same
Got me not one to dream
Why I still look the same for you?
Ooh, whoa
When we drunk, when we drunk
We drunk, when we drunk
We drunk, when we drunk
We drunk
Cuz how you got it, I know he got it
He know I'm havin' one
He know that I got it, said that he got it
Know he ain't havin' none
We pull up and get it, I'm really with it
Run to his daddy, gun leap know he ain't kiddin'
Steppin' these bitches, make him a mad or something
Bodies, I'm talkin' bodies
I'm in the lobby, meet at the bar with it
Fuck her like I'm catchin' bodies
Should it be probably, I'm in the car with it
Sayin' that I shouldn't do it, but I prolly do it
I'm goin' too far with it
Then meet up another day
Knowin' I'm on the way
Said that you home, pulling up by my side
But you not why'd you lie
Pullin' off, gettin' high on you
Fuckin' with lames, now I don't feel the same
Got me not wanting to drink
I don't still look the same for you?
Ooh, whoa
When we drunk, when we drunk
We drunk, when we drunk
When we drunk, when we drunk
We drunk
Whoa - aye - aye - aye- aye
Whoa - aye- aye- aye
Said that you home, pulling up by my side
But you not ride, you lie
Pullin' off, gettin' high on you
Fuckin' with lames, now I don't feel the same
Got me not one to blame
I don't still look the same for you?
Ooh, whoa
When we drunk, when we drunk
We drunk, when we drunk
We drunk, when we drunk
We drunk
She like, 'Uh, bring that new Tequila'
'That new Tequila'
We drunk, when we drunk
'I'm takin' more than a shot'
We drunk, when we drunk
I'm trippin', you trippin', we drunk
I'm like, we drunk
Ooh, home, pullin' off by my own
Pullin' off, when you lie
Pullin' off, gettin' high on you
Lames, fuckin' with lames
I don't feel the same
Got me not one to drank
Written by: Raquan Hudson

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