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letra de whiskey wild child - packy

[intro: packy]
i’m just a jackie sippin’ whiskey, yeah
i’m just a jackie sippin’, sippin’, sippin’ whiskey
wild child, dippin’, rollin’, pushin’ down the avenue
pull up on the spot, i ain’t been sober since the afternoon
they say show me who your friends
then i tell you who you are
look around me all my people
livin’ like we might not see tomorrow, uh

[verse 1: packy]
uh, wake up in vegas
i’m still faded, headache the meanest
hotel a mess, thank god i’m leavin’
daggs headed west to touch down in phoenix
i don’t send uber, real g’s get scooped up, it’s like that
if i lose the buzz then i get right back
when i’m with the boys, we get lit like match
whiskey wild one and still clean up like the spill on aisle one
they love to hate then they hate to love it
i don’t ever do it, man i over-does it
i been through it with some women, i got over dozens
it don’t ever work and now i’m over-lovin’
i’ma need a lil’ somethin’
pull up at the venue, they better have the whiskey comin’, yeah

[chorus: packy]
sippin’, sippin’ (sippin’, sippin’, sippin’, yeah)
sippin’, sippin’ (sippin’, yeah)
i’m just a jackie, sippin’ whiskey, yeah (yeah, yeah)
i’m just a jackie sippin’, sippin’, sippin’ whiskey
wild child

[verse 2: marcus ryan]
high on the double up, (whoah)
sip slow, but don’t double cup (whoah)
bet its double, if we showing up (whoah)
(sheesh)
i f-cked up the summer up (whoah)
i put the numbers up (whoah)
prayed to the heavens for a blessing
all i got in return, was some whisky and excedrin
and i hate to draw conclusions
but ya’ll motherf-ckers sketchy
and your b-tch is interested
like i’m sipping on dos equis
homie, f-ck your food for thought
boy we wrapping up on seconds
i’m the only flower child
that can grow in any weather
if we counting every shot
i need to cop my -ss ledger
like i’m coming off the flu
n-gg-, i’m just getting better
and this whiskey so brown
i can’t see my own reflection, like
d-mn
da-da-da-da-da d-mn
hold up, you get d-ck down
prefer it with 3 cubes
i dont hear your eq
boy i’m so immune
could eat a mad cow
go for 5 for 5 like its cinco de mayo
boy i’m so spent like my life is on vinyl
you can just watch like you own a casio
whatever’s in store
boy you pick the wrong aisle
i pico-de-gallo

[chorus: packy]
sippin’, sippin’ (sippin’, sippin’, sippin’, yeah)
sippin’, sippin’ (sippin’, yeah)
i’m just a jackie, sippin’ whiskey, yeah
i’m just a jackie sippin’, sippin’, sippin’ whiskey
wild child

- packy

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