Lord Infamous - Liquor N Drugs lyrics

[Hook: DJ Paul] 8x f**in' with that liquor and them d** [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I say: twist it, hit it, light it, that's that burn that hay In the bone, kush (?) smokin' on that hay I followed it up with yay Most n***as can't do that play Take a sip of Grand Marnier My beats for the loop lay n***a I'm on that oldschool sh** Gettin' high, makin' that oldschol sh** Gettin' high, f**ing me a oldschool b**h That I met on the Mystic Stylez sh** Lighters in the air for Lord Infamous! I said: lighters in the air for Lord Infamous! Smoke one, b**h [Verse 2: MJG] This is how I spit it when I wanna spit it with the Hi-hat I'm pimp tight MJG, I'mma make you wanna buy that Download, CD, mixtape, MP3 b**hes up to stick up daily but that sh** ain't temptin' me ... Break up for a b**h, I rather break a hoe Make her go to distance See that's how far I can really take her so Tasteless hoe, never get smart at the mouth I gotta back up b**h Drank a yak, smoke a sack Now it's time for you to back up b**h [Hook: DJ Paul] 8x f**in' with that liquor and them d** [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Went up to the liquor store Got me a fifth of the Hennessy Got some stouts just comin' up I hope those b**hes are ready to G Pa** Paul the blunt, he take three hits, he pa** it back to me Listening to a new track we just dropped Coming through the A.M.P, got back to the crib Opened the freezer and cracked the ice tray Fillin on some gla**es, the hoes just called, they on the way Hey so we chiefin, hoes jump up, I started to pourin' The Hennessy, the gift to see and this sh** won't be borin' Hoes will be whorin, n***as will be scorin' f**in on the floors and deep sea explorin' But anyway the s*uts feel it and then they started to sip it Twenty minutes later she on my dick, I started to dip it Dogin coochies, workin hoochies Makin them b**hes do they duties Soon as I got trough, kicked they a** out Then I watched a movie Now my a** is layed out on the rug Toked up, f**in wit that liquor and dat bud mane [Hook: DJ Paul] 8x f**in' with that liquor and them d** [Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca] (?) my (?) and go away I prayed to god, my sins never went away Koopsta Knicca, all n***as Y'all n***as Triple Six members (?) from the (?), check yo vest Hoe you dare, it's like Crunchy said I sleep with ammo, rolled kush dope Blunts, weed, smoke And blow out a cloud of smoke [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] I smoke weed, I smoke bud, I f**ed off with (?) I f**ed off with (?) she's a freaky little s*ut See I bent that b**h over and I f**ed her in the bu*t She licked on my nuts, yes she licked on my nuts Full of all that Grand Marnier and I'm 'bout to bust a nut All on that b**h face, cause I'm full of that drug f**in' off with liquor and dat bud (what what?) f**in' off with liquor and dat bud [Hook: DJ Paul] 8x f**in' with that liquor and them d**