Letras
Running running low
All these feelings in my soul
Sipping sipping slow
All this liquor in my cup
After the party
We can go to my place shawty we can go and get naughty
Sorry if I'm late by a minute but I'll be there shortly
Somewhere get naughty
We can do one thing, two things, three things after the party
Drink liquor, I'll never get sick of us
Too much liquor in your system now you trippin' off
Everything I'm saying now you moving paranoid
Now I'm steady smokin' legal herb in Canada, yeah
Sneaking pictures, hide your camera, yeah
I'm in my bag call me Santa Clause, yeah
Taking off your bra, I'll take your panties off yeah
I'll cut you off don't take it personal nah
When you drink you always take shit personal, fuck
Call my dick a gun you know the semi is just, tucked
I would care but right now I just don't give a, fuck
I would care but right now I just don't
Henny hit me slow in my system
Posted up with me, good position
You keep telling me what I been missing
I really think I'm bout to go and find out
Way too much blow in your system
Let's make more of these bad decisions
Let me do some quick math, addition
But there's other things that I'd rather count
Somewhere get naughty
We can do one thing, two things, three things after the party
After the party
Drink liquor uh, never get sick of you
Why everything I say you take it personal
Tell nobody we can sneak away on the low
We can go
Shawty we can go oh
Oh yeah, I'm not a fan of her
On my ghost shit, like Danny Phantom
She been teasing me, turn me to an animal
On my animal shit, turn me to a cannibal
Eat her alive
Now I'm leaving and she acting surprised yeah
Bout to go and put some fucking liquor on ice yeah
You know that I just fucking came for the night yeah
Came for the night