Drinks lyrics

Artist  : Twista 
Song : Drinks



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[Intro]
This is for my ladies,
Sexy like
champagne Glass,
You what I'm talking
about,
A reflection of a Pena
Colada,
Listen up…
[Verse 1]
I
know you heard the terms chicks are like
cars,
Well I treat bitches like
drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha
bar,
So let me quench my thirst wit you and a
friend
Instead of the juice and gin,
Why
don't I pour out the drink and you hop
in,
Glass full of ass for a true mutha
fucka,
Wit that that turquoise Coogi
on,
You remind me of a blue mutha
fucka,
Your friend was sexy when I seen her in
prada,
But I think Gina was hotta,
Cause her
skin tone was like a Pina colada,
I saw two
Japanese chicks that got bodies,
So I ordered
them a mi tia and hot saki,
Then I got
cocky,
And asked them do they come to this
club a lot,
Well ya got a brotha hot,
Hop
in my bubble drop,
Can I get a double
shot?
Or get wit these two mamacita one wit
the karma of margarita,
The other one like two
shots of tequila,
And they all fine I really
don't know what to think,
As I get bubble and
choose and try to figure
out,
[Chorus]
What's my favorite
drink,
Girl can I sip on you,
Sip on,
[4x]
What's my favorite drink,
[Verse
2]
Know not to bring no Neapolitan ass,
I
like the one that makes your face drop like a
Neapolitan masta,
No telling what these thick
bitches would do,
Reminiscent of a big old
picture of Bo,
But hit cha like a slow
screw,
Dip in a strip a club in LA wit a
bankroll,
Where the weather aint cold,
So I
can see some hoes slide down a poll,
I met two
dancers named Moet and crystal,
I was checkin
they style,
We had a session It was wet it was
wild,
Then I dug these two twins thick wit
Hennessey one was Remy Red,
Wit skinny
legs,
Both of them game to give me
head,
Wit a little bit absolute vodka fo they
homie Tasha,
Tell her to come closa,
So
yall three can give me a Sammy Sosa,
If I was
mayor I would campaign ass,
Politician wit
women swimming around the champagne
glass,
Drunk so much I might earl in the
sink,
And if you ask me why,
I couldn't
figure out,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
If you
would suck my soul,
I shall lick your funky
emotions,
Look at that big old donkey you
toting,
I wish I could pour some of you in a
bishop cup,
And have a toast wit King
Boo,
And celebrating the fact that you thick
as fuck,
I holla Church cause its pimps in tha
party,
Let me sip on ya body,
Get a good
buzz of ya like you lemon Bacardi,
Or a long
Island havin sex on da beach,
Or in tha Llac
sunroof let back wit a tech on tha seat,
Got a
red bone I call her strawberry Daiquiri,
Bring
her back fo may,
Carry packs fo may,
Had
her suck off my facultay,
Got a little mamma
name Mimi,
Who remind me of martini and Asti
spamanti,
How she move to my cd,
I got a
chocolate chick who deep throat,
She help me
shake up dope,
She the complexion of Crown
Royal and Coke,
And they making it hard for me
to decipher and think,
As I get bubbly and
choose,
And try to figure
out,
[Chorus]
[Highbeam]
Hennesy mixed
wit some of that Alize,
Gimme a shot of that
remy,
and a whole lot of tanguray,
keep it
comin wit that cognac,
pop tha moet lets sip
on that,
naw playa put ya money back,
cause
these drinks on me,
give me a bottle of that
belve,
long island ice tea,
hook me up a
apple martini,
all these dinks on me,
I
want to have a sex on the beach,
How about a
gin and juice for me,
So put away ya money
G,
All these drinks on me,