Excuse My Liquor

(album: Heart 2 Hart 2 - 2014)

Excuse My Liquor
Excuse my liquor, I'm fucking faded I ain't even know
But Ima zip a little more
Excuse my liquor
Excuse my liquor
Excuse my liquor

I think we need another drink
You with that nigga but you know we hallow way
You bad, just fuck
And a real nigga is what you need
Let me put you on
Let me do you some better thing

Excuse my liquor, I'm fucking faded I ain't even know
But Ima zip a little more
Excuse my liquor
Excuse my liquor

This might come off a little rude
But girl you got it and you ain't got shit to prove
Its getting late and the club is ending soon
So if you want it girl
Then you know what you have to do

But first excuse my liquor, I'm fucking faded I ain't even know
But Ima zip a little more
Excuse my liquor
Excuse my liquor
Excuse my liquor

Excuse my liquor, excuse my swag
I don't know what it is but this niggas mad
I got paper in plastic no grosy bags
So much cash in my nudies I can hit a side
I get the pussy with no shade, she get the dick with no day
Eat the pussy with no play
I got whores on my line, I got money to make
So many whores in my car when we locked up
Promoters get the spot nigga like that
This nigga have half
Always VIP treat man, I'm a factor
I met this sweet and I tell the whore sly
Net time I get and I told the whores get high
Mix the rock start with henny
And my rock star like Jay
She ain't special, she wanna get dick, get it

Excuse my liquor, I'm fucking faded I ain't even know
But Ima zip a little more
Excuse my liquor, I'm fucking faded I ain't even know
Excuse my liquor