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Kid Cudi

Dennis, Hook Me Up With Some More Of That Whiskey

 

Dennis, Hook Me Up With Some More Of That Whiskey


[Intro]
Dennis, you gotta hook me up with some more of this whiskey
Turnt up

[Verse 1]
Now I don't give a fuck what niggas doing
Worrying 'bout my thousand dollar pants
Wake up, bake up in the limo Benz
Come to think about it, don't have many friends
Go to brunch by my damn self
Flirt with girls when they see my car
Fuck 'em when they see that I'm a star
Never ever open up and show my heart
It's the coldest winter in the summer, dawg
Many women, mothafuck 'em all
They just really want to train a dog
I'm a real nigga to the core
I've got baby girl by the mall
Pedal to the metal to the floor
I'mma holler while I'm hitting corners hard
Yeah I gotta hit them corners hard

[Break]
I guess I'm just a lost cause
Just a skinny nigga with so many flaws
Staring in that night, tight drawers
Fingers digging right inside my palm
Waiting waiting for the calm
Seen the thing, I know what's going on
I'm finally coming alive
And it seems the ghost is moving on

[Interlude]
You know what that is? I'll tell you what that is, that's a alien bruv, believe it
(Those guys didn't think I would do it, I told you I was gonna do it)

[Verse 2]
See, I could never have a desk job
My work take a nigga abroad
Meeting up late with foreign broads
Relaxing cause a nigga hustle hard
Man I gotta take a load off
Meet a dime, let her take her clothes off
Took a trip out to Doha
Filming short films on a whim
Got dinner in a few with prince Sheikh
Kanye change a nigga life twice
Gotta ride, gotta rep, ay
Getting rid of all the dead weight
Niggas really want me dead, hey
Not my fault I'm intriguing
Drinking and driving and weaving
Pop a molly, feeling ten again
Project X type weekend
Except a nigga damn near thirty
Like twenty one will never end
Here I go with my second wind
You already know I'm going in
And I've been waiting
I've been waiting to shit on you

[Outro]
Yeah, G.O.O.D. music we a family
Kid motherfucking Cudi

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