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letra de tequila shots - popcaan

[intro: popcaan]
yeah
mhmm-mmm-mmm
mhmm
mhmm
mhmm, yeah
mhmm
mhmm, yeah
mhmm
yeah

[chorus: popcaan & fivio foreign]
tequila shots with a little piece a lime
love how the gyal them a bubble and a whine up
touch e highway, bare sp-ceship line up
watch how you talk, p-ssy, you will get bines up
fresh pair a nike, me no beat no designer
pretty bad b-tch from north carolina
yeah, me feel high like a drone, like a pilot (yeah)
yeah, me feel high, a the moon in a the sky that (poppy)

[verse 1: fivio foreign]
yeah
she only like me when i’m drunk so i gеt deady for it
i mix the perky with thе liquor, now i’m ready for her
i see them n-ggas in this party, i’ma let it off
so if them boys stay home, they better off
you see them girls with them guns, they gon’ set it off
i really mean what i say, it’s not metaphor
give her a little bit of money then i let her ball
i put my money on the thighs, i bet it all
yeah, she tryna caress me
percocet is kicking in the party, looking s-xy
every time i’m turned up, my shawty wanna text me
huh, do what you do to me, make it nasty
i ain’t even know the b-tch, but she already met me
she don’t know my name, she just noticed my pateky
i’m a demon, you get me?
i could only be myself, it’s how you got to accept me (pow)
[chorus: popcaan]
tequila shots with a little piece a lime
love how the gyal them a bubble and a whine up
touch e highway, bare sp-ceship line up
watch how you talk, p-ssy, you will get bines up
fresh pair a nike, me no beat no designer
pretty bad b-tch from north carolina
yeah, me feel high like a drone, like a pilot
yeah, me feel high, a the moon in a the sky that

[verse 2: vybz kartel]
f-ck now
no touch me bomboclaat cup
me high like when the sound buss (same so)
‘pon me waist me gun tuck (chip glock)
your girl a ask me, “what’s up?”
me say, “me need me d-ck fi get suck” (right now)
gaza man big, bad and tough
boy them nuh a fi rate us
from me born up a jubilee
me a star, so me shine, so me fully clean
have me own key like bully beef
gyal can’t pack me things and say fi leave
me wife comes from overseas
me a her honey like she a mad over bees
me style so sick, me could a make disease
circle fry yiy, you best believe
pour me drink nuh poppy, please
[chorus: popcaan]
tequila shots with a little piece a lime
love how the gyal them a bubble and a whine up
touch e highway, bare sp-ceship line up
watch how you talk, p-ssy, you will get bines up
fresh pair a nike, me no beat no designer
pretty bad b-tch from north carolina
yeah, me feel high like a drone, like a pilot
yeah, me feel high, a the moon in a the sky that

[outro]
yeah
mhmm-mmm-mmm
mhmm
mhmm
mhmm, yeah
mhmm
mhmm, yeah
mhmm

- popcaan

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