Look
I got the keys, we should leave
Serious question, how you fit that in them jeans?
Ha, girl, that's hard to believe
But anyway, we should bounce, this ain't my scene
Yeah, you look like something out a dream
Head to toe, and everything in between
How about I buy you some rounds tonight?
How about we go do something else you like?
She said, "A couple more shots 'til you get me naked"
And I said
A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting? (I think I caught a buzz)
Every time we link up, it's a celebration (baby, let's turn up)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my)
Skin like chocolate, hips like butter
Put you in a pan, cook you up, eat you proper
Pre-heat the oven
Proceed to touching
You can bring your girl in the room if you love me
Condo in the Hills
Bank account overseas
Bend you over backwards
Make your head touch your knees
Crystal popping
Mami on the East Coast
We can do a brunch ting, Wine over French toast
To be honest you look pretty when you pissed off
Bed look warm
Heart cold, and your lips soft
The loving good, I might write you a song
Then I'ma pour us up some lemonade and Patrón
A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting? (I think I caught a buzz)
Every time we link up, it's a celebration (baby, let's turn up)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my)
Patrón & Lemonade Video (MV)
Performed By: YE Ali
Length: 2:33
Written by: Yusuf A El, Cardell Denard McManus, Andre Carnell Robertson
YE Ali - Patrón & Lemonade Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Look
I got the keys, we should leave
Serious question, how you fit that in them jeans?
Ha, girl, that's hard to believe
But anyway, we should bounce, this ain't my scene
Yeah, you look like something out a dream
Head to toe, and everything in between
How about I buy you some rounds tonight?
How about we go do something else you like?
She said, "A couple more shots 'til you get me naked"
And I said
A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting? (I think I caught a buzz)
Every time we link up, it's a celebration (baby, let's turn up)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my)
Skin like chocolate, hips like butter
Put you in a pan, cook you up, eat you proper
Pre-heat the oven
Proceed to touching
You can bring your girl in the room if you love me
Condo in the Hills
Bank account overseas
Bend you over backwards
Make your head touch your knees
Crystal popping
Mami on the East Coast
We can do a brunch ting, Wine over French toast
To be honest you look pretty when you pissed off
Bed look warm
Heart cold, and your lips soft
The loving good, I might write you a song
Then I'ma pour us up some lemonade and Patrón
A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting? (I think I caught a buzz)
Every time we link up, it's a celebration (baby, let's turn up)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my)
I got the keys, we should leave
Serious question, how you fit that in them jeans?
Ha, girl, that's hard to believe
But anyway, we should bounce, this ain't my scene
Yeah, you look like something out a dream
Head to toe, and everything in between
How about I buy you some rounds tonight?
How about we go do something else you like?
She said, "A couple more shots 'til you get me naked"
And I said
A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting? (I think I caught a buzz)
Every time we link up, it's a celebration (baby, let's turn up)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my)
Skin like chocolate, hips like butter
Put you in a pan, cook you up, eat you proper
Pre-heat the oven
Proceed to touching
You can bring your girl in the room if you love me
Condo in the Hills
Bank account overseas
Bend you over backwards
Make your head touch your knees
Crystal popping
Mami on the East Coast
We can do a brunch ting, Wine over French toast
To be honest you look pretty when you pissed off
Bed look warm
Heart cold, and your lips soft
The loving good, I might write you a song
Then I'ma pour us up some lemonade and Patrón
A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting? (I think I caught a buzz)
Every time we link up, it's a celebration (baby, let's turn up)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my)
Writer: Yusuf A El, Cardell Denard McManus, Andre Carnell Robertson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.