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twista - drinks lyrics

[intro]
this is for my ladies,
s-xy like champagne gl-ss,
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 b-tches 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,
gl-ss full of -ss for a true m-th- f-cka,
wit that that turquoise coogi on,
you remind me of a blue m-th- f-cka,
your friend was s-xy when i seen her in prada,
but i think gina was hotta,
cause her skin tone was like a pina colada,
i saw two j-panese chicks that got bodies,
so i ordered them a mi thai and hot saki,
then i got c-cky,
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 mamacitas 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 bubbly 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 cosmopolitan -sses,
i like the one that makes your face drop like a neopolitan mast,
no telling what these thick b-tches would do,
reminiscent of a big old pitcher of brew,
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 pole,
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 -ss,
politician wit women swimming around the champagne gl-ss,
drunk so much i might hurl 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 bishops cup,
and have a toast wit king boo,
and celebrating the fact that you thick as f-ck,
i holla church cause it’s 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 s-x on the 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 c-ke,
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 martini,
all these d-nks on me,
i want to have a s-x on the beach,
how about a gin and juice for me,
so put away ya money g,
all these drinks on me

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