Twista - Drink lyrics

[Verse 1] I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars Well I treat b**hes like drinks When I step in the club and by out tha bar So let me quench my thirst wit you and a friend Instead of the juice and gin Why don't I pour out the drink and you hop in Gla** full of a** for a true muthaf**a With that that turquoise Coogi on You remind me of a blue mutha f**a Your friend was s**y when I seen her in Prada But I think Gina was hotta Cause her skin tone was like a Pina colada I saw two Japanese chicks that got bodies So I ordered them a mi tia and hot saki Then I got co*ky And asked them do they come to this club a lot Well ya got a brotha hot Hop in my bubble drop Can I get a double shot? Or get wit these two mamacita one wit the karma of margarita The other one like two shots of tequila And they all fine I really don't know what to think As I get bubble and choose, I try to figure out [Hook: Highbeam] What's my favorite drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Verse 2] Know not to bring no Cosmopolitan a**es I like the one that makes your face drop like a Neapolitan masta No telling what these thick b**hes would do Reminiscent of a big old pitcher of brew But hit cha like a slow screw Dip in a strip a club in LA wit a bankroll Where the weather ain't cold So I can see some hoes slide down a poll I met two dancers named Moet and Crystal I was checkin they style We had a session it was wet it was wild Then I dug these two twins thick wit Hennessey one was Remy Red Wit skinny legs Both of them game to give me head Wit a little bit Absolut Vodka fo' they homie Tasha Tell her to come closa So y'all three can give me a Sammy Sosa If I was mayor I would campaign a** Politician wit women swimming around the champagne gla** Drunk so much I might hurl in the sink And if you ask me why I couldn't figure out [Hook] [Verse 3] If you would s** my soul I shall lick your funky emotions Look at that big old donkey you toting I wish I could pour some of you in a bishop cup And have a toast wit King Boo And celebrating the fact that you thick as f** I holla Church cause its pimps in the party Let me sip on ya body Get a good buzz of ya like you Lemon Bacardi Or a long Island havin' s** on the beach Or in the Lac sunroof let back wit a tec on the seat Got a red bone I call her strawberry Daiquiri Bring her back fo' may Carry packs fo' may Had her s** off my faculty Got a little mamma name Mimi Who remind me of martini and Asti Spumante How she move to my CD I got a chocolate chick who deep throat She help me shake up dope She the complexion of Crown Royal and Coke And they making it hard for me to decipher and think As I get bubbly and choose And try to figure out [Hook] [Highbeam] Hennessy mixed wit some of that Alize Gimme a shot of that Remy And a whole lot of Tanqueray Keep it comin' wit that cognac Pop tha Mo' lets sip on that Naw playa put ya money back Cause these drinks on me Give me a bottle of that Belve A Long island ice tea Hook me up a martini All these drinks on me I want to have a s** on the beach How about a gin and juice for me So put away ya money G All these drinks on me