Shaboozey - Drink Don't Need No Mix Song

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Got so drunk he hit his shit on the sidewalk
But he good he gone be alright
We just left Whiskey Row, thirty minutes ago
And he still seeing neon lights
Drive up to the dive bar and get PBR
That's just how we start our nights
I see them bachelorettes on Broadway
And they all wanna be my wife
I'm tryna flex
Truckbed made of cedarwood this where I count my checks
We just got it painted baby please don't make mess
Look inside my cup, I'm so confused where's thе rest
Oh shit, don't forget
The drink don't need no mix
What thе fuck is this?
I'm tryna get faded baby this ain't gone do shit
The drink don't need no mix
I need more than this
I'm tryna get faded baby this ain't gone do shit
The drink don't need no mix
Ay ay
Tryna get to my liver
Took four shots of some Casa and Redbull
I usually don't mix but this shit is a handful
Tryna see why this room at a standstill
Everyone wasted surprised I can stand still
I don't know but this drank got me spinnin'
Turnt up everyday you can tell that we winning
Stay lit off Tequila, Shaboozey want Whiskey
We tipsy and want every girl if she pretty
Keep telling my folks that it's on me and in me
Just pray 'fore you try it ain't safe trying to get me
We living and took us a shot every second
We be rocking out shows getting money and women
I just went gold tryna get me Emmy, a Grammy, a Oscar whatever come with it
Matter fact take a shot make it straight 'cause
The drink don't need no mix
What the fuck is this?
I'm tryna get faded baby this ain't gone do shit
The drink don't need no mix
I need more than this
I'm tryna get faded baby this ain't gone do shit
The drink don't need no mix
The drink don't need no mix

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