Tequila Shots

[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 spaceship line up Watch how you talk, pussy, you will get bines up Fresh pair a Nike, me no beat no designer Pretty bad bitch 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 niggas 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 sexy 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 bitch, 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 spaceship line up Watch how you talk, pussy, you will get bines up Fresh pair a Nike, me no beat no designer Pretty bad bitch 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] Fuck no No touch me bomboclaat cup Me high like when the sound buck (Same so) 'Pon me waist me gun tuck (Chip Glock) Your girl a ask me, "What's up?" Me say, "Me need me dick 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 come 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 spaceship line up Watch how you talk, pussy, you will get bines up Fresh pair a Nike, me no beat no designer Pretty bad bitch 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