Drunk In Love

I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking

I get filthy when that liquor get into me

I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking

Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?

I want you, na-nah

Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?

I want you, na-nah

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-nah

Can’t keep your eyes off of my fatty

Daddy, I want you, na-nah

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 the club

Drunk in love

We be all night

Love, love

We be all night

Love, love

We be all night

And everything all right

No complaints from my body

So florescent under these lights

Boy, I’m drinking

Park it in my lot 7-11

I’m rubbing on it, ru-rubbing it

If you scared call that reverend

Boy, I’m drinking

Get my brain right

Armand de Brignac, gangster wife

Louie sheets he sweat it out

Like wash rags he wear it out

Boy, I’m drinking

I’m singing on the mic ’til my voice hoarse

Then I fill the tub up half way

Then ride it with my surfboard

Surfboard, surfboard

Graining on that wood

Graining, graining on that wood

I’m swerving on that, swerving

Swerving on that big body Benz

Serving all this, swerve

Surfing all of 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 the club

Drunk in love

We be all night

Love, love

We be all night

Love, love

I’m nice right now

Hold up

That D’ussé is the shit

If I do say so myself

If I do say so myself

If I do say so myself

Hold up

Stumbled all in the house

Time to back up all of 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 the shit that I heard

You know I sling Clint Eastwood

I hope that you can handle this curve, uh!

Foreplay in the foyer

Fucked up my Warhlol

Slip the panties right to the side

Ain’t got the time to take draws off

On site

Catch a charge I might

Beat the box up like Mike in ’97, I’ll bite

I’m Ike, Turner, turn up

Baby, no, I don’t play

Now eat the cake, Anna Mae

I said eat the cake, Anna Mae

I’m nice

For ya’ll to reach these heights

You gonna need G3

4, 5, 6 flights sleep tight

We sex again in that morning

Your breastases is my breakfast

We going in

We be all night

Love, love

We be all night

Love, love

Never tired, never tired

I’ve been sipping it’s the only thing

That’s been keeping me on fire, me on fire

Didn’t mean to spill that liquor all on my attire

I’ve been drinking watermelon

I want your body right here, daddy

I want you right now

Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty

Daddy, I want you

We be all night

Love, love

We be all night

Love, love