Spiked Punch

歌詞

Somebody put a lil' bit of that alcohol In my little red cup and we can drink it all Motherfucker this that heat this that panama Y'all boys wanna single I'm the catalog I'm like new year shots And Doughnuts in the parking lot And good pot when my music drop Even If I wanted couldn't ever stop Hold up my brother someone Spiked the motts We got Bloods and Crips In the parking lot Somebody talking too much so he might get shot This nigga play too much And he say too much He from whoopty whoop And he from such and such I'm like what the fuck Can we all just chill Before I make phone call and this shit get real Matter fact fuck the phone call this ain't '06 I'm bout to knock you out on some old school shit And this a total mix of bi-coastal spit Murs mayday mayday Murs what a loco fit I got shade in the distance sun on my back But I keep running for the ones who feeling under attack Had a late night convo up with Nick Carter Went to sleep awake now I feel a bit smarter Ladies in the front keeping us a bit harder The Punch bowl filled with the smiles of a martyr What you think a part of A world full of honors A planet for the bombers Or everybody heading out to light up they ganja I got a crew over yonder That wanna make world wonders We here to party all summer And spike every bowl with the love down under All I see is pussy prada whole lotta colada Spiked Punch Show me love up in the club gotta show a little love to the ones That I love Spiked Punch Give me love up in the club gotta give a little love To the ones that I love Spiked Punch Where the love up in the club gotta get a little love from the ones that I love Spiked Punch Give me drugs up in the club gotta get a little buzzed with the ones that I love I ain't bout no second guessing Broke the watch on my wrist I ain't stressing Cash on the beat cause it sound expensive When I see what I want I ain't apprehensive Club full of thugs trying release tension A couple bad bitties trying gimme affection Murs in the studio giving us lessons Over shots of tequila makin' shit infectious What the fuck is bachata What's up with arata Arata arato What's up with my vatos De Los east Los No mismo I'm not from the east coast Bout bail to the store for a bolsa of Fritos Fritos fritas What's up with the chicas What's up with your homegirl Esta la Bonita She looking at me crazy I might get her pregnant I'm way too turnt so I gotta About to let wreck in And I get extra questions where the hell Plex been Are y'all really techs friends Can you get guests in I don't need a job so this interviews over Came to pop lock it 'til the profit is so sure Then get the closure feeling oh so sore From running round the planet doing damage with no cure Gimme gimme horns and confetti galore Grabbing everything in sight and we ready for more All I see is pussy prada whole lotta colada Spiked Punch Show me love up in the club gotta show a little love to the ones That I love Spiked Punch Give me love up in the club gotta give a little love To the ones that I love Spiked Punch Where the love up in the club gotta get a little love from the ones that I love Spiked Punch Give me drugs up in the club gotta get a little buzzed with the ones that I love