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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 you, baby?
I want you
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you

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
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you
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 off in that club
Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

We be all night and everything alright
No complaints for my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking, walking in my …
I'm grubbing on the rope, grubbing
If you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
I'm on the Cognac, gangster wife
New sheets, he'd swear that I like washed rags, he wet up
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic till my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway 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 off in that club
Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

Hold up
That D'ussee is the shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Hold up, stumble all in the house tryna backup all that mouth
That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be repping that 3rd, I wanna see all that shit I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve
Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slid the panties right to the side
Ain't got the time to take drawers off, on sight
Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike
In '97 I bite, I'm Ike Turner, turn up
Baby know I don't play, now eat the cake, Annie Mae
Said, "Eat the cake, Annie Mae!"
I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights you gonna need G3
4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
We sex again in the morning, your breasteses is my breakfast
We going in, we be all night

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

Never tired, never tired
I been sipping, that's the only thing
That's keeping me on fire, me on fire
To me, this feeling like the all of my attire
I've been drinking, boy, I'm merrily
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


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