That's okay, 'cause when you get bourbon
Inside you, you gon' feel like that you was a surgeon
Open me up
Get out what you feel like's a burden
F*ckin' me inside of a Tahoe, you might feel sum
Lemme tell you
Lemme tell you what I can, and what I can't do
Lemme show you somethin' quick, make you want to, aye
I can turn you into somebody who's brand new
Like, not the same girl that your friends knew
I can make it look easy like a walkthrough
I can make it real cheesy like they all do
And when I can't do that, Imma come right back
Imma find somethin' better that your into, aye
Like Chris Paul, baby Imma pass it
Money on my mind, I might be a fascist, like (skrrt)
Might be goin' too fast, in my mind, where I'm at
Is a whole other level, like
I don't wanna f*ck up my fortune
98' Jordan, I'm back on my bullshit
F*ck up a fifth and I f*ck up her organs
Shoppin' at TJ like I was a Warren, baby
That's okay, 'cause when you get bourbon
Inside you, you gon' feel like that you was a surgeon
Open me up
Get out what you feel like's a burden
F*ckin' me inside of a Tahoe, you might feel sum
Lemme tell you
Got a lil' momma, she a bad bitch (yeah, yeah)
She don't like it when I sing
But I know she make it happen (on God)
Now you know what I mean
I just can't describe this feeling that's been breakin' my bones
Oh God I'm feelin' what I'm scheming right now, get in my zone
Got that music bumpin' make em' rattle, shakin' my home
Girl you got that shit you drop it down, I'm droppin' my phone
E-E-Everybody knows when the cat got a gyatt, got a snack
Imma make it blow
Shawty got her feet on her back, I'm attackin' the snack
And it make her OW!
Ain't nobody know that I'm back and I'm better, but you're whack
And I'll never back down
Shawty home alone, gotta wax on the leather, ass flat in the beamer right now
Ass flat in the beamer right now
Oh baby wow, I like that shit
Don't tell me how, I'll fight that shit
That boy low-brow, I'll fight that bitch
I'll fight a bitch now
I'll fight that bitch
I'll fight that bitch now
BOURBON Video (MV)
Performed By: Tommy West & LOXIS
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Thomas West, Austin Kasmer
Tommy West & LOXIS - BOURBON Lyrics
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That's okay, 'cause when you get bourbon
Inside you, you gon' feel like that you was a surgeon
Open me up
Get out what you feel like's a burden
F*ckin' me inside of a Tahoe, you might feel sum
Lemme tell you
Lemme tell you what I can, and what I can't do
Lemme show you somethin' quick, make you want to, aye
I can turn you into somebody who's brand new
Like, not the same girl that your friends knew
I can make it look easy like a walkthrough
I can make it real cheesy like they all do
And when I can't do that, Imma come right back
Imma find somethin' better that your into, aye
Like Chris Paul, baby Imma pass it
Money on my mind, I might be a fascist, like (skrrt)
Might be goin' too fast, in my mind, where I'm at
Is a whole other level, like
I don't wanna f*ck up my fortune
98' Jordan, I'm back on my bullshit
F*ck up a fifth and I f*ck up her organs
Shoppin' at TJ like I was a Warren, baby
That's okay, 'cause when you get bourbon
Inside you, you gon' feel like that you was a surgeon
Open me up
Get out what you feel like's a burden
F*ckin' me inside of a Tahoe, you might feel sum
Lemme tell you
Got a lil' momma, she a bad bitch (yeah, yeah)
She don't like it when I sing
But I know she make it happen (on God)
Now you know what I mean
I just can't describe this feeling that's been breakin' my bones
Oh God I'm feelin' what I'm scheming right now, get in my zone
Got that music bumpin' make em' rattle, shakin' my home
Girl you got that shit you drop it down, I'm droppin' my phone
E-E-Everybody knows when the cat got a gyatt, got a snack
Imma make it blow
Shawty got her feet on her back, I'm attackin' the snack
And it make her OW!
Ain't nobody know that I'm back and I'm better, but you're whack
And I'll never back down
Shawty home alone, gotta wax on the leather, ass flat in the beamer right now
Ass flat in the beamer right now
Oh baby wow, I like that shit
Don't tell me how, I'll fight that shit
That boy low-brow, I'll fight that bitch
I'll fight a bitch now
I'll fight that bitch
I'll fight that bitch now
Inside you, you gon' feel like that you was a surgeon
Open me up
Get out what you feel like's a burden
F*ckin' me inside of a Tahoe, you might feel sum
Lemme tell you
Lemme tell you what I can, and what I can't do
Lemme show you somethin' quick, make you want to, aye
I can turn you into somebody who's brand new
Like, not the same girl that your friends knew
I can make it look easy like a walkthrough
I can make it real cheesy like they all do
And when I can't do that, Imma come right back
Imma find somethin' better that your into, aye
Like Chris Paul, baby Imma pass it
Money on my mind, I might be a fascist, like (skrrt)
Might be goin' too fast, in my mind, where I'm at
Is a whole other level, like
I don't wanna f*ck up my fortune
98' Jordan, I'm back on my bullshit
F*ck up a fifth and I f*ck up her organs
Shoppin' at TJ like I was a Warren, baby
That's okay, 'cause when you get bourbon
Inside you, you gon' feel like that you was a surgeon
Open me up
Get out what you feel like's a burden
F*ckin' me inside of a Tahoe, you might feel sum
Lemme tell you
Got a lil' momma, she a bad bitch (yeah, yeah)
She don't like it when I sing
But I know she make it happen (on God)
Now you know what I mean
I just can't describe this feeling that's been breakin' my bones
Oh God I'm feelin' what I'm scheming right now, get in my zone
Got that music bumpin' make em' rattle, shakin' my home
Girl you got that shit you drop it down, I'm droppin' my phone
E-E-Everybody knows when the cat got a gyatt, got a snack
Imma make it blow
Shawty got her feet on her back, I'm attackin' the snack
And it make her OW!
Ain't nobody know that I'm back and I'm better, but you're whack
And I'll never back down
Shawty home alone, gotta wax on the leather, ass flat in the beamer right now
Ass flat in the beamer right now
Oh baby wow, I like that shit
Don't tell me how, I'll fight that shit
That boy low-brow, I'll fight that bitch
I'll fight a bitch now
I'll fight that bitch
I'll fight that bitch now
Writer: Thomas West, Austin Kasmer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid