I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

Cool it baby Wine it like yuh rule it baby Gyal sit dung C–k it up and then yo cool it baby Gyal cool it baby Gyal yuh hot fi real Yo meck man a act foolish baby Mi love whn gyal star movie like soap Lose dem self when mi twist dem rope

I just know that I'll regret this when it's over Ooh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh Ooh, I know that I'll regret this when I'm sober But every shot I'm getting closer, getting closer Is it true that 80 proof is the reason I'm with you? Oh, I know that I'll

I'm hot for teacher I think of all the education that I missed But then my homework was never quite like this Ow got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I got it bad, so bad, Oh wow, man Wait a second man Whaddaya think the teacher's gonna look like this

Loving you was young, and wild, and free Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound A steady place to let down my defenses But loving you had consequences Dirty tissues, trust issues Glasses on the sink, they didn't

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah I got a girl, say she long and tall Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah She sleeps in the kitchen with her

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell) 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,