margaritas ft. Denzyy Lyrics

I got racks on my to-do list I'm gettin' paid just to do this

Dumb and dumber, I be spittin' like my tooth chipped

Shorty bad, buy her ass, some fuckin' Ruth's Chris

Gucci shorts, but the shoes Chanel And the fragrance made by YSL

Damn this substance got me high as hell

Pop out when it's dark like I'm Christian Bale

She wanna kick it, shorty think we're playin' soccer now

Bitch you a fool, I ain't the type of nigga to lock it down

Make it sloppy when you suck it, bitch, I love the sound

I be chillin', my sauce, they stealin' Sip a lil' liquor, they get caught up in

they feelin's feel a lil Weezy, baby, I ain't got no ceilings

I'ma talk to God when I feel I need some healin

Slick Rick, I can tell a story I talk to God, bitch, we be sharin' stories

Sosa, baby, I just want the glory

Dream chaser like the Rapper vory

I ain't got the strap, shorty pack it for me

Bitch, you gettin' too close, need to back up off me

Gucci belt, keep my pants up like they drinkin' coffee

Shorty feelin' Kelis, so she talkin' bossy You should leave your man, cause he a offie

Yeah, I run it up now VVS up on the wrist, bitch, it's a bust down

If you not with the gang, then you could get the fuck out

Wanna meet up with the kid, but that's a dub now

When we run into you niggas, we gon' dumb out

Walk inside the spot, I shut the club down Shorty actin' up, bitch come the fuck down

If I'm feelin' nice I'll serve a dub out,

Shout to Casamigos, bring the sluts out

I be blowin' reefer while I mix the margarita Shorty got the stupid booty with the facial features

Slim waist, pretty face, that's my mamacita Baby, I gotta go, it was nice to meet ya