Undrunk (feat. Too $hort & E-40)

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E-Feezy
 $hort, $hort
 (A1, this beat slaps)
 I'm too lit, she f-d up
 We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy)
 She too lit (Lit), she f-d up
 We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy, yeah)
 Damn, bust that thing open (Bust)
 Show me how you bust that thing open
 Huh, what you waitin' for?
 Don't mind them lil' guys, this a Draco (Grrah)
 I'll light up his top like a halo (Woo)
 They'll shut down this block if I say so (You already know)
 You a yes man, my n-s on payroll
 That's your best friend, tell that h-, "Stay close"
 If you ain't f-n', bet she will for the pesos
 Take a shot (Take a shot), toot it up (Toot it up)
 Now make it drop (Make it drop)
 Bring it back (Bring it back), then make it pop (Make it pop)
 She a hickory-dickory-thot (Sorry, ow)
 She do freaky things off that tequila
 Got her roommate, they live on Reseda
 Give them both the business, two cheerleaders
 Thizz face, listenin' to Mac Dre like I'm from the Bay
 I'm too lit, she f-d up
 We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy)
 She too lit (Lit), she f-d up (Woo, woo)
 We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy, yeah)
 Uh, she L-I-T (L-I-T), she lit (She lit)
 She f-k with me (F-k with me), I'm it (I'm it)
 She a cutie, her booty shaped like a heart, she hella smart
 And she got a-s like her auntie, yeah, that part
 I ain't a sucka, I ain't a weirdo, I ain't a goof and I ain't a clown
 I throw a b-h in the air and break her 'fore she hit the ground
 When I was in elementary, I was quiet, my pockets was on a diet
 I woke up and I decided
 Wind it slow, bring it back, be a beast with it (Be a beast with it)
 Shake it fast, hit the gas, f-k a speed limit
 Watch your back (watch your back), touch your knees (touch your knees)
 Put it on me, make you feel it through your jeans
 I'm too lit (The yay), she f-d up (Woo, woo)
 We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
 
 She too lit (Brr), she f-d up (Woo, woo)
 We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
 Why they gotta say it like $hort?
 I go hard, f-k sleep
 If the b-h with me, she's a freak (Freak)
 $hort dawg, you know me
 I got her playin' with her p-y in the VIP
 She said, "I like your songs
 I wanna give you this thing all night long"
 She took 'em off and threw her thong
 And said, "Daddy, can you take me home?"
 I said
 Take a shot (Take a shot), toot it up (Toot it up)
 Now make it drop (Make it drop)
 Bring it back, then make it pop (Make it pop)
 She a hickory-dickory-thot (Sorry, ha)
 She do freaky things off that tequila
 Got her roommate, they live on Reseda (Woo)
 Give them both the business, two cheerleaders
 If one get drunk, then she follow the leader (Woo)
 I'm too lit (Lit), she f-d up (Woo, woo)
 We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
 She too lit (Brr), she f-d up
 We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
 

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Duration
03:10
Key
8
Tempo
102 BPM

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