Juicy J - Drinkers Club lyrics

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.] (x2) Welcome to the drinkers' club (x3) (Roll it down, roll it round, pour it up, where yo' cup?) [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Brown bottles in my system, hoes all at my door Heard it was going down, and they just wanna go Dirty all in my grill, Three 6 got this b**h rockin' Swear I was still in college, look like a hotel lobby Ho, get on the floor, throwed as f** and it shows On another level, let the smoke settle, ho We runnin' out so get mo' I got a empty cup, I might fill it up wit' yo' b**h p**y if she go I ain't even trippin' if the room spinnin' long as I could ride it out slow Twerk team for me, pro, camera phone is yo' lights Take this here to yo' dome, you don't need no ice Eyes red and they tight, two in the morn', we just started Hangin' onto my chandelier screamin' she just wanna party, bih! [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Homie, where's yo' cup? Purple in my slush Keep sippin', no quittin', ain't no such thing as too much Juicy ain't no lame, I got yo' dame in my truck And shawty ain't got no shame in her game, she a s*ut I'm in yo' city for one night only Same old sh**, she wanna ride like a pony Come here, pretty b**h, rock my mic You just might get you a signing bonus Diamond studded, the fine hoes love it Look yo' chick in the eye, she blushin' Pull yo' chick to the side, we f**in' Walk yo' chick outside, she s**in' And she gon' blame it on the molly You could take her back, she sorry The way I k**ed that p**y, I swear my dick be catchin' bodies I turn her face to a target, she blow me like a cartridge I got game like an old Atari - poof - I'm gone in my Ferrari [Hook] [Verse 3: Rittz] sh**, I'm drunk in love or gettin' drunk or buzzed So wanna come get drunk wit' us? It's like my heart [?] Take a Xannie bar and crush it up And twist the cap on a Jack in a jug and chug I'm drinkin' straight a bottle, f** a shot gla** Bumpin' OutKast, bout a half or too many, gotta fall back That Bulleit Bourbon got me feelin' bulletproof Wakin' up in [?] like "Where the hell is the dog at?" So f** Tylenol, I take another shot of Fireball And bounce back in no time at all The same night, I'm met my homies wit' some b**hes Gettin' drunk and it's too late for me to drive 'em home I got that B plan but I usually got the slow cruise on But tonight I got these hoes threwed on My homeboy's futon, I'm bout to f** somethin' Where ya cup, woman? Drink, ho, I know you wan' Up in this drinkers' club [Verse 4: A$AP Ferg] Welcome to the drinkers' club, I'm sippin' Lookin' for some cootie cat to slip in Magic City, booty clappin', strippin' In the club, I'm slippin' off this Henny I see potential in that cutie right there Just imagine Paula Patton, fatter a** and Baby oil on her back and Drippin' down that thong and crack and all her man Wonder in the world can she do on the gas And tell ya this and tell ya that Tell ya how she get screwed and just strip for cash I don't wanna hear that sh** no more Cause I'm drunk as f** and my vision gone They mixed my Henny up wit' Patron [Hook]