Lyrics Brown Liquor (Delicious) - DubVin

We could both go down off of this brown liquor
Brown liquor
Dropped dead in my coffin but she's sicker
Ooh she's sicker
Between her thighs, yeah, I plan to drown
She giving me brain with the windows down
Yeah, at this rate, I'ma just drive quicker
Hit the gas
Girl, you're so delicious

Girl, you got me fiendin speedin I gotta race
Stepping on the gas, make fast, pick up the pace
Pulling up quick, we fixed to get in your place
The door's locked, keys lost, kick in the frame
You start to run, want some fun with a little chase
I quick burst the next turn, I've got your waist
Press it to the wall, I'm all up in your face
And whisper in your ear, my dear, give me a taste
I want a banana, split your legs whip ya with the cream
I want to get all up in your head, boost insanity
I want to begin to barbecue, baby, smoke my meat
Intensive void on my ear, how I make you scream
So, you could drink and drown, I'm on the liquor stream
I choose to get lit, avoid the fate of all that could've been
Because if I lose my mind, then I could lose my memory
And not care what's been there beyond these drinks

We could both go down off of this brown liquor
Brown liquor
Dropped dead in my coffin, but she's sicker
She's sicker
Between her thighs, yeah, I plan to drown
She giving me brain with the windows down
Yea at this rate, I'ma just drive quicker
Hit the gas, girl, you're so delicious

Give me a chance with them cocoa butter kisses
Come and do your dance like I'm the only witness
Because you got me feeling marked for death
How my heart pounding while I taste your breath
Something like you just can't exist
Too good to be true, straight out of a myth
Aphrodite beside me feels like lightning
Is striking the second time, the same night
She that good when she's sliding up and down, up and down
All around,
She ain't slowing down
I might drown
She topping my head like a crown
Like the liquor filling my cup, both of them brown
The way I got them screaming, swear it ain't malicious
Got them dripping something white and viscous
Shit, I ain't tripping, thirsting something vicious
Your thighs should be forbidden
Girl, you're delicious

We could both go down off of this brown liquor
Brown liquor
Dropped dead in my coffin, but she's sicker
She's sicker
Between her thighs, yeah, I plan to drown
She giving me brain with the windows down
You at this rate, I'ma just drive quicker
Girl, you're so delicious
Brown liquor
She's sicker
Hit the gas
Girl, you're so delicious
So delicious