Undrunk (feat. Too $Hort, E-40)

Chris Brown

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    E-Feezy
    $Hort, $hort
    (A1, this beat slaps)
    I'm too lit, she fucked up
    We wish that we could get undrunk (ayy)
    She too lit (lit), she fucked up
    We wish that we could get undrunk (ayy, yeah)
    Damn, bust that thing open (bust)
    Show me how you bust that thing open
    Huh, what you waitin' for?
    Don't mind them lil' guys, this a Draco (grrah)
    I light up his top like a halo
    They'll shut down this block if I say so (you already know)
    You a yes man, my niggas on payroll
    That's your best friend, tell that ho stay close
    If you ain't fuckin', bet she will for the pesos
    Take a shot (take a shot), toot it up (toot it up), now make it drop (now make it drop)
    Bring it back (bring it back), and make it pop (make it pop), she a hickory-dickory-thot (sorry)

    She do freaky things off that tequila
    Got her roommate, they live on Reseda
    Give them both the business, two cheerleaders
    Thizz face, listenin' to Mac Dre, like I'm from the Bay
    I'm too lit, she fucked up
    We wish that we could get undrunk (ayy)
    She too lit (lit), she fucked up (woo, woo)
    We wish that we could get undrunk (ayy, yeah)
    She L-I-T (L-I-T), she lit (she lit)
    She fuck with me (fuck with me), I'm it (I'm it)
    She a cutie, her booty shaped like a heart, she hella smart

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    And she got ass like her auntie, yeah, that part
    I ain't a sucka, I ain't a weirdo, I ain't a goof and I ain't a clown
    I throw a bitch in the air and break her 'fore she hit the ground
    When I was in elementary, I was quiet, my pockets was on a diet
    I woke up and I decided (bitch)
    Ride it slow, bring it back, be a beast with it (be a)
    Shake it fast, hit the gas, fuck a speed limit (fuck a speed limit)
    Watch your back (watch your back), touch your knees (touch your knees)
    Put it on me, make you feel it through your jeans
    I'm too lit (the yay), she fucked up
    We wish that we could get undrunk (ah, ah, ah, ah)
    She too lit (brr), she fucked up (woo, woo)
    We wish that we could get undrunk (ah, ah, ah, ah)
    I go hard, fuck sleep (fuck sleep)
    If the bitch with me, she's a freak (freak)
    $Hort dawg, you know me

    I got her playin' with her pussy in the VIP
    She said: I like your songs, I wanna give you this thing all night long
    She took 'em off and threw her thong
    And sai: Daddy, can you take me home?
    I said, "Bitch"
    Take a shot (take a shot), toot it up (toot it up), now make it drop (now make it drop)
    Bring it back (bring it back), and make it pop (make it pop), she a hickory-dickory-thot (sorry)
    She do freaky things off that tequila
    Got her roommate, they live on Reseda
    Give them both the business, two cheerleaders
    If one get drunk, then she follow the leader
    I'm too lit, she fucked up
    We wish that we could get undrunk (ah, ah, ah, ah)
    She too lit (brr), she fucked up
    We wish that we could get undrunk (ah, ah, ah, ah)

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    Composición: Earl Stevens, Todd Shaw, Christopher Brown, Floyd Bentley, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Bobby Joseph Turner Jr., Yann Frederic Nicolas Espinosa y Dameion P Roy Jr.

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