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Take Shots (feat. Tory Lanez) - Instrumental

de A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Shot after shot

I can get you Fendi, Prada, Christian, Gucci
Baby, spend some time, I spend this change like loose leaf
Hot like Grabba, come here, mama
Baby, spin around, let me see how you move loosely
Hop inside the Lambo, it's just us in the two-seat
Everything I got on from the shoes to hat is beasty
Plenty Henny, I'm feelin' woozy
I took too many tonight, it's a movie

Look, take shots, take shots, take shots
Shot after shot (Yeah)
What drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Sip slow, don't drink fast, I'm tryna make this last
Oh, oh

I can tell you gotta take shots, take shots, take shots
I need transparency, tell me what's on your mind
Take shots like backshots, mad shots, shot after shot

Ayy, I can get you drunk, slap me, tap me
Get ahead low like lobby, beat it up, Rocky
Chain swingin', name ringin'
Shit changed, don't entertain the same women
Uh, woozy, ooh, I like your vibe
Let's stop by the Jacuzzi
And I like your frame [?] Gucci, French bitch from Montana
Told her I'ma Shmurda dance in that coochie
Look, fuck all that singing shit, let's keep it raw [?]
I wanna see you take shots till your body's all in my covers
And your friends threesome and they talkin' all these discussions
And we had to take, we're speakin' who freaky and doin' well when we back in the spot
Magnums come out the box and never go back in the box
She take shots like backshots, she's back in the shots
My dick hop out the zipper, somethin' like Jack in the Box
You know I made it turn, shotta clock, I'm backin' some shots

Look, take shots, take shots, take shots
Shot after shot (Yeah)
What drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Sip slow, don't drink fast, I'm tryna make this last
Oh, oh

I can tell you gotta take shots, take shots, take shots
I need transparency, tell me what's on your mind
Take shots like backshots, mad shots, shot after shot

Baby, we can do a trio, me, you and your migo
Sippin' Casamigos, yeah-yeah-yeah
I wanna see you deep throat, girl, that ass is lethal
Bust it then I reload, yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna see how bad you can get when you drop
Even though you're dangerous, I love the way you walk
Seems like you're anxious, don't gotta hide your scars
Been perfectly perfect, not a single flaw, nah, nah, nah
My bag different, got no [?]
From New York, she like my accent, I make her act different
She want Richard Mille status, get the Patek
Come from a different car, she a different fabric
She think I need sex everyday
Hop inside the double R, just take me away
Your eyes look like the stars when we fuck in the Wraith
We both got Amiri on our legs, drop yo' lace and let yo' lace in yo' waist, look
Get a new car, don't touch nothin'
Sit in the car, let's discuss somethin'
Either we fuckin', or— Look
I end up switchin' like a subject on a— Look
I ain't with nothin', you gon' suck it, or not?

Nah, look, nah, nah, nah, nah
Look, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah (woah-woah)
Woo

Look, take shots, take shots, take shots
Shot after shot (yeah)
What drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Sip slow, don't drink fast, I'm tryna make this last
Oh, oh

I can tell you gotta take shots, take shots, take shots
Yeah, what drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Take shots, take shots, shot after shot

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