Songz, he the truth Trigga get it loose DC Club Love fucked up off Goose Plus I gotta say, I am not engaged I ain’t even in a ’ship, but you proally can’t relate Ain’t been half of whole since half of ‘08 Pictures only tell half what the words can’t say Beyoncé say, ‘if you like it put a ring on it,’ And if I did then the kid wouldn’t cheat on it So, if it’s a pretty girl in my face I’ma drink straight, her, too, no chase And the MEDIA can take whatever they wanna TAKE-OUT, We can BOSSIP, I’m YOUNG, BLACK & FABULOUS Shining on my song, “In My Phone,” me and Fabulous We above average Women love statuses But, baby, I’ma pimp one night, no Gladys’ (Imagine this) A whole lotta liquor Baby, how you feel? I don’t want chu too drunk, and that’s real And then she said she promise she won’t vomit Body so atomic, I wanna bomb it Blame it on the gin and the tonic and cognac
Blame it on the goose Got you feeling loose Blame it on Patrón Got you in the zone Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the a a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the vodka Blame it on the henny Blame it on the blue top Got you feeling dizzy Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the a a a a a a alcohol
Now, we about as drunk as we can be tho What’s a pocket rocket when you got a torpedo? She know, I’m strapped up inside Always buckle up when its time for a ride Liquor on my breath Lickin on her breasts I lick it the best Get it drippin wet Touch it while I cut it I’ma rub ya body all around Promise I’ma bring it till it’s comin down And I don’t mean to be nasty Girl, if you ask me, liquor done had me Feelin like a love machine And you the only one I need (you the only one I need) We gon make the bed break (we gon make the bed break) We gon put a ___(we gon put a _____)(?) I ain’t been smokin no chronic So, I’ma blame it on the gin and the tonic and cognac
Blame it on the goose Got you feeling loose Blame it on Patrón Got you in the zone Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the a a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the vodka Blame it on the henny Blame it on the blue top Got you feeling dizzy Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the a a a a a a alcohol
In the VIP section touchin midsections Press ignore to whoever call or textin Bring the shots in, cameras watchin Make a song bout it now it’s on Boxden Barack's in so now the Ciroc's in Too drunk to drive so I just hops in Shawty gon hop in right in my lap Quick to the ’tel don’t tell where we be at You know my bidness it be all up in the streets And girl don’t be trippin cause I know you ain’t a freak And I’ll hold you up cause you bout to fall When I hit the mall they sing the National Anthem, girl, cause I’m bout to ball That ain’t got nothin in particular to do with this song Now, lets get into the particulars of you wit the Songz Girl, we got our liquor on Ain’t no need to trip, we grown Plus I got somebody you can blame it on
Blame it on the goose Got you feeling loose Blame it on Patrón Got you in the zone Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the a a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the vodka Blame it on the henny Blame it on the blue top Got you feeling dizzy Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the a a a a a a alcoholTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
