Yeah, this shit normal and regular, I just got some shit to say
Right here sippin' on my f*ckin', on my lil' thing
Seed I sayin'?
Sips
Whoo
Gang
Gang
Yessir
You know when it's a yessir, it's Chezzo on da beat
I don't conversate with lames, they can't have my time
You know I be on that when I out, and I spot a dime
If I miss and see a hoe I like, that hoe gettin' grind
I know I's a boss nigga, I could make your bitch get in line
Let me turn up
Late night, I got the pack
I can't f*ck with nobody, I'm focused on them racks
Ain't no need to ask no questions, kickin' back, I'm so relaxed
Remember before you speak on me? Shit, you need to have the facts
Could easy take your gal on the fry's
She was tryna kiss me when she looked me in my eyes
You ain't even wife material, but acting like the prize
How long you tryna keep that image for? That cob web of lies
Nigga, I don't play
Do yourself a favor, get the f*ck up out my face
Plus I'm off that Henny, I wouldn't even test me
I'll kick your head off like I'm Lionel Messi
Why you startin' up drama? Ain't no need to get messy
If you tryna get freaky, then bey you gettin' carry
And I love me a creamer, one daily dose of dairy
Why you sittin' on the edge of the bed? I'm tryna f*ck
Tell ya if the sex good, then I'm also tryna cuff
You ain't gotta play shy with me, bae come get a touch
Also, you lookin' so fly with me, I'll eat you for lunch
All that clout, it be gettin' to your head
All the dumb hoes need to smarten up and read a book instead
I don't conversate with lames, they can't have my time
You know I be on that when I out, and I spot a dime
If I miss and see a hoe I like, that hoe gettin' grind
I know I's a boss nigga, I could make your bitch get in line
Let me turn up
Late night, I got the pack
I can't f*ck with nobody, I'm focused on them racks
Ain't no need to ask no questions, kickin' back, I'm so relaxed
Remember before you speak on me? Shit, you need to have the facts
You better have them facts fore' you talk on my name bey
I could tell yuh that
Cause if you ain't get them facts you ain't making no f*ckin' sense
Tell yuh dat brudda. alright then
Chezzo - Alcohol In My System Lyrics
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Yeah, this shit normal and regular, I just got some shit to say
Right here sippin' on my f*ckin', on my lil' thing
Seed I sayin'?
Sips
Whoo
Gang
Gang
Yessir
You know when it's a yessir, it's Chezzo on da beat
I don't conversate with lames, they can't have my time
You know I be on that when I out, and I spot a dime
If I miss and see a hoe I like, that hoe gettin' grind
I know I's a boss nigga, I could make your bitch get in line
Let me turn up
Late night, I got the pack
I can't f*ck with nobody, I'm focused on them racks
Ain't no need to ask no questions, kickin' back, I'm so relaxed
Remember before you speak on me? Shit, you need to have the facts
Could easy take your gal on the fry's
She was tryna kiss me when she looked me in my eyes
You ain't even wife material, but acting like the prize
How long you tryna keep that image for? That cob web of lies
Nigga, I don't play
Do yourself a favor, get the f*ck up out my face
Plus I'm off that Henny, I wouldn't even test me
I'll kick your head off like I'm Lionel Messi
Why you startin' up drama? Ain't no need to get messy
If you tryna get freaky, then bey you gettin' carry
And I love me a creamer, one daily dose of dairy
Why you sittin' on the edge of the bed? I'm tryna f*ck
Tell ya if the sex good, then I'm also tryna cuff
You ain't gotta play shy with me, bae come get a touch
Also, you lookin' so fly with me, I'll eat you for lunch
All that clout, it be gettin' to your head
All the dumb hoes need to smarten up and read a book instead
I don't conversate with lames, they can't have my time
You know I be on that when I out, and I spot a dime
If I miss and see a hoe I like, that hoe gettin' grind
I know I's a boss nigga, I could make your bitch get in line
Let me turn up
Late night, I got the pack
I can't f*ck with nobody, I'm focused on them racks
Ain't no need to ask no questions, kickin' back, I'm so relaxed
Remember before you speak on me? Shit, you need to have the facts
You better have them facts fore' you talk on my name bey
I could tell yuh that
Cause if you ain't get them facts you ain't making no f*ckin' sense
Tell yuh dat brudda. alright then
Right here sippin' on my f*ckin', on my lil' thing
Seed I sayin'?
Sips
Whoo
Gang
Gang
Yessir
You know when it's a yessir, it's Chezzo on da beat
I don't conversate with lames, they can't have my time
You know I be on that when I out, and I spot a dime
If I miss and see a hoe I like, that hoe gettin' grind
I know I's a boss nigga, I could make your bitch get in line
Let me turn up
Late night, I got the pack
I can't f*ck with nobody, I'm focused on them racks
Ain't no need to ask no questions, kickin' back, I'm so relaxed
Remember before you speak on me? Shit, you need to have the facts
Could easy take your gal on the fry's
She was tryna kiss me when she looked me in my eyes
You ain't even wife material, but acting like the prize
How long you tryna keep that image for? That cob web of lies
Nigga, I don't play
Do yourself a favor, get the f*ck up out my face
Plus I'm off that Henny, I wouldn't even test me
I'll kick your head off like I'm Lionel Messi
Why you startin' up drama? Ain't no need to get messy
If you tryna get freaky, then bey you gettin' carry
And I love me a creamer, one daily dose of dairy
Why you sittin' on the edge of the bed? I'm tryna f*ck
Tell ya if the sex good, then I'm also tryna cuff
You ain't gotta play shy with me, bae come get a touch
Also, you lookin' so fly with me, I'll eat you for lunch
All that clout, it be gettin' to your head
All the dumb hoes need to smarten up and read a book instead
I don't conversate with lames, they can't have my time
You know I be on that when I out, and I spot a dime
If I miss and see a hoe I like, that hoe gettin' grind
I know I's a boss nigga, I could make your bitch get in line
Let me turn up
Late night, I got the pack
I can't f*ck with nobody, I'm focused on them racks
Ain't no need to ask no questions, kickin' back, I'm so relaxed
Remember before you speak on me? Shit, you need to have the facts
You better have them facts fore' you talk on my name bey
I could tell yuh that
Cause if you ain't get them facts you ain't making no f*ckin' sense
Tell yuh dat brudda. alright then
Writer: Sanchez Lewis
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