Papi Beatz - Liquor Locker lyrics

[Intro: Vic Mensa] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Thought you was coming over Wake up [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Late night calls Feelin' slightly faded Free alcohol at the club That sh**'s overrated Call up Liquor Locker (brrt brrt!) Bring me apple vodka Shawty yeah, yeah, yeah You know that I could do you proper Pour you a drink, would you please Stop fussin' with your Samsung? I call your bluff, why you playing? I ain't that n***a to play games on No no no no, I could do you proper, proper I could do you proper, proper I love your conversation, usually I'm not the long talker, but this... [Hook: Vic Mensa] Liquor liquor liquor liquor, liquor got me talkin' talkin' Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much Got me textin', callin' it's 2:30 in the morning Tryna wake you up, wake you up Where you at? Where you at? I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you Pick you up, f** you up, give you some of this Liquor liquor from the Liquor Locker Have ya have ya have ya talking way too much, way too much, way too much whoa [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Don't listen to Kiara She be talkin' crazy She say I'm a savage, man That b**h just be hatin' I just think you're worth it, oh Please don't take it personal But by the way you talk, I know that I could do you proper Pour you a drink, is it me, or is one of us romantic? Don't be so stiff, move your hips I ain't that n***a 'til you're dancin' I hope you know I can do you proper, proper Like I was a doctor, doctor This is an emergency, hurry up Call the Liquor Locker, pour up the... [Hook: Vic Mensa] Liquor liquor liquor liquor, liquor got me talkin' talkin' Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much Got me textin', callin' it's 2:30 in the morning Tryna wake you up, wake you up Where you at? Where you at? I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you Pick you up, f** you up, give you some of this Liquor from the Liquor Locker Have ya have ya have ya you talkin' Way too much, way too much, way too much [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] Drink bombay 'til we all f**ed up I was drinkin' Bombay, 'till I had to throw up I was boolin' with a baddie from the Bay Area Couldn't make it up the stairs, had to get carried up, aye Way too much adderall, I can't sleep now Kush got my eyes low, can't see now Orange Tesla got me on ten right now If I get her naked, Imma sin right now Can I hit it proper f** you real proper Have you screaming papa, yeah Touch all on your body Feel all on your body f** all on your body, yeah Too many drinks and all these d** Way too much, way too much, way too much So, please, get off your Samsung And let's do this while your man's gone Baby, yeah [Hook] Liquor liquor liquor liquor, liquor got me talkin' talkin' Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much Got me textin', callin' it's 2:30 in the morning Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at, where you at I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you Pick you up, f** you up, give you some of this Liquor from the Liquor Locker Have ya have ya have ya talking way too much, way too much, way too much whoa [Outro] Oooooooohh, Oooooooohh, Oooooooohh, Oooooooohh, Oooooooohh, Oooooooohh, Oooooooohh, Oooooooohh, Oooooooohh, Oooooooohh