Ive been drinking, Ive been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
Ive been thinking, Ive been thinking
Why cant I keep my fingers off it?
Baby, I want you, na-na
Why cant I keep my fingers off it?
Baby, I want you, na-na
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na-na
Cant keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na-na
Drunk in love, I want you
We woke up in the kitchen
Saying, How the hell did this shit happen?
Oh, baby
Drunk in love
We be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, and everything alright
No complaints from my body
So fluorescent under these lights
Boy, Im drinking, park it in my lot, 7-11
Im rubbing on it, rub-rubbing
If you scared, call that reverend
Boy, Im drinking, get my brain right
Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out, like washrags, he wet it up
Boy, Im drinking
Im singing on the mic to my boys toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway
Then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining-graining on that wood
Im swerving on that, swerving-swerving on that
Big body been serving all this
Swerve, surfing all in this good, good
We woke up in the kitchen
Saying, How the hell did this shit happen?
Oh, baby
Drunk in love
We be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love Im nice right now, hold up!
That DUSS is the shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Hold up, stumble all in the house
Time to back up all that mouth
That you had all in the car
Talking bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking bout you be repping that third
I wanna see all that shit that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood
Hope you can handle this curve, uh
Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slid the panties right to the side
Aint got the time to take drawers off
On sight, catch a charge I might
Beat the box up, like Mike in 97, I bite
Im Ike Turner, turn up baby, no, I dont play
Now eat the cake, Anna Mae
Said, Eat the cake, Anna Mae
Im nice for yall to reach these heights
You gon need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
We sex again in the mornin
Your breasteses is my breakfast, we goin in
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love
Im never tired, never tired
I been sipping, thats the only thing
Thats keeping me on fire, we on fire
Didnt mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
Ive been drinking, watermelon
I want your body right here, daddy
I want you, right now
Cant keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love