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Bourbon Video (MV)




Performed By: Trevor Joseph
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: Trevor Joseph




Trevor Joseph - Bourbon Lyrics




Dripping in bourbon
No insurance no worries
Just 'cause I ain't got a job don't really mean I ain't working
Went from 17 to 30
On my grown shit early
She had to take every single thing right back from me in a hurry
I'm right back on my shit
I almost forgot I'm that nigga
I'm that nigga who gets shit done no excuse no complaining either
I'm retired from complaining
Don't call me call my agent
I seen the bottom while I worried 'bout them shorties get them back when I'm famous
Now I'm dripping in Bourbon
Every counter move on purpose
Shorty thick don't get me wrong I like them skinny or curvy
Won't settle for less than perfect
That's what I deserve
I got the money bug now let me know now if you ain't 'bout the work

I ain't got a single second for the bullshit
I ain't in the mood to counteract my progress
All that shit you talking it ain't worth it
I ain't rocking with your shit I'm dripping in bourbon

I ain't got a single second for the bullshit
I ain't in the mood to counteract my progress
All that shit you talking it ain't worth it
I ain't rocking with your shit I'm dripping in bourbon

Been on my chill shit
Been on my fly shit
I've been a ghost carefully calculating who I ride with
'Cause that's how they get you
They're all in your system
Infiltrating your system
Convincing your people they don't need to listen to you
They don't need you
And then they dismiss you
That's how they get you
I saw that look your eye as soon as I met you
You got too close I shouldn't have let you
I just got too much faith in my people
Once I call you my people
Lesson learned we'll get equal
Hakuna matata
She wanna party with whisky and vodka
I ain't a drinker but I'll probably light up
I really feel like just I hit the lato
Orlando Atlanta Missouri Chicago
Next stop is LA either way I'mma get signed up
Keep stacking my gualas
Thank God for the bottom
And there's been a lot of you in my face lately
Now I got to keep it on safety
They all really wanna put out my fire
Now she's tryna say she really love me you a liar

I ain't got a single second for the bullshit
I ain't in the mood to counteract my progress
All that shit you talking it ain't worth it
I ain't rocking with your shit I'm dripping in bourbon

I ain't got a single second for the bullshit
I ain't in the mood to counteract my progress
All that shit you talking it ain't worth it
I ain't rocking with your shit I'm dripping in bourbon
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Dripping in bourbon
No insurance no worries
Just 'cause I ain't got a job don't really mean I ain't working
Went from 17 to 30
On my grown shit early
She had to take every single thing right back from me in a hurry
I'm right back on my shit
I almost forgot I'm that nigga
I'm that nigga who gets shit done no excuse no complaining either
I'm retired from complaining
Don't call me call my agent
I seen the bottom while I worried 'bout them shorties get them back when I'm famous
Now I'm dripping in Bourbon
Every counter move on purpose
Shorty thick don't get me wrong I like them skinny or curvy
Won't settle for less than perfect
That's what I deserve
I got the money bug now let me know now if you ain't 'bout the work

I ain't got a single second for the bullshit
I ain't in the mood to counteract my progress
All that shit you talking it ain't worth it
I ain't rocking with your shit I'm dripping in bourbon

I ain't got a single second for the bullshit
I ain't in the mood to counteract my progress
All that shit you talking it ain't worth it
I ain't rocking with your shit I'm dripping in bourbon

Been on my chill shit
Been on my fly shit
I've been a ghost carefully calculating who I ride with
'Cause that's how they get you
They're all in your system
Infiltrating your system
Convincing your people they don't need to listen to you
They don't need you
And then they dismiss you
That's how they get you
I saw that look your eye as soon as I met you
You got too close I shouldn't have let you
I just got too much faith in my people
Once I call you my people
Lesson learned we'll get equal
Hakuna matata
She wanna party with whisky and vodka
I ain't a drinker but I'll probably light up
I really feel like just I hit the lato
Orlando Atlanta Missouri Chicago
Next stop is LA either way I'mma get signed up
Keep stacking my gualas
Thank God for the bottom
And there's been a lot of you in my face lately
Now I got to keep it on safety
They all really wanna put out my fire
Now she's tryna say she really love me you a liar

I ain't got a single second for the bullshit
I ain't in the mood to counteract my progress
All that shit you talking it ain't worth it
I ain't rocking with your shit I'm dripping in bourbon

I ain't got a single second for the bullshit
I ain't in the mood to counteract my progress
All that shit you talking it ain't worth it
I ain't rocking with your shit I'm dripping in bourbon
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Writer: Trevor Joseph
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