Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - Liquor Locker lyrics

(Verse 1 – Vic Mensa) Late night calls Feeling slightly faded Free alcohol at the club That s**t’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 fussing with your Samsung I call your bluff, why you playing? I ain’t that ni**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 (Chorus – Vic Mensa) Liquor liquor liquor liquor, liquor got me talking talking Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much Got me texting, calling 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**k you up, give you some of this Liquor liquor form the liquor locker Haya hay have ya talking way too much, way too much, way too much whoa (Verse 2 – Vic Mensa) Don’t listen to Kiara She be talking crazy She say I’m a savage, man That bi**h just be hating 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 ni**a ’til you’re dancing 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 (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – Ty Dolla $ign) Drink bombay til we all f**ked up I was drinking Bombay, till I had to throw up I was booling with a baddie from the Bay Area Couldn’t make it up the stairs, had to get carried up, aye Wave to my general, 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, Ima sin right now Can I hit it proper F**k 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, 3x So, please, get off your Samsung And let’s do this while your man’s gone Baby (Repeat Chorus)