Liquor Locker Lyrics - Vic Mensa

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah 

I'm just coming over 

Wake up 

Late night calls 

Feelin' slightly faded 

Free alcohol at the club 

That shit's overrated 

Call up Liquor Locker (brrt brrt!) 

Bring me apple vodka 

Shawty yeah, yeah, yeah 

Stop fussin' with your Samsung 

Liquor liquor liquor liquor, liquor got me talkin' talkin' 

Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much 

Got me textin', callin' 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, fuck you up, give you some of this 

Liquor liquor from the Liquor Locker 

Have ya have ya have ya talking way too much, way too much, way too much whoa 

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Don't listen to Kiara 

She be talkin' crazy 

She say I'm a savage, man 

That bitch just be hatin' 

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 nigga 'til you're dancin' 

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... 

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Liquor liquor liquor liquor, liquor got me talkin' talkin' 

Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much 

Got me textin', callin' 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, fuck you up, give you some of this 

Liquor from the Liquor Locker 

Have ya have ya have ya you talkin' 

Way too much 

Way too much 

Drink bombay 'til we all fucked up 

I was drinkin' Bombay, 'till I had to throw up 

I was boolin' 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, Imma sin right now 

Can I hit it proper 

Fuck you real proper 

Have you screaming papa, yeah 

Touch all on your body 

Feel all on your body 

Fuck all on your body, yeah 

Too many drinks and all these drugs 

Way too much, way too much, way too much 

So, please, get off your Samsung 

And let's do this while your man's gone 

Baby 

Liquor liquor liquor liquor, liquor got me talkin' talkin' 

Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much 

Got me textin', callin' 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, fuck you up, give you some of this 

Liquor from the Liquor Locker 

Have ya have ya have ya talking way too much, way too much, way too much whoa 

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