Drunk in Love

Hold up

If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Boy, I'm drankin'

Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Boy, I'm drankin'
Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Boy, I'm drankin'
Hold up

I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin'
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin'
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na, na
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you, na, na

Cigars and ice, cigars and ice
Feelin' like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashin' lights, flashin' lights
You got me faded, faded, faded, baby
I want you, na, na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy
I want you, na, na

Drunk in love
I want you
We woke up in the kitchen singin'
"How the hell did this shit happen?"
No fame
Drunk in love
We'd be all night
Next thing my brother's wife is our
Beautiful body grindin' up in that club

Drunk in love
We'd be all night

Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love
Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love
We'd be all night

And everything alright
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drankin'

Park it in my lot, 7-Eleven
I'm rubbin' on her, rub-rubbin'
If you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drankin'

Get my brain right
Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out
Like wash rags, he wear it out
I'm singin' on the mic for my boy toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway
Then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood

I'm swervin' on that, swervin', swervin' on that big body
Been surfin' on that, surf, surfin' on that good-good

We woke up in the kitchen singin'
"How the hell did this shit happen?"
No fame
Drunk in love
We'd be all night

Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love
Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love
We'd be all night

I'm nice right now, hold up
That D'USSÉ is the shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself

Hold up, stumbled all in the house
Tryna back up all of that mouth
That you had all in the car
Talkin' 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talkin' 'bout you be reppin' that 3rd
I wanna see all the shit that I heard
You know I sling Clint Eastwood
Hope you can handle this curve, uh
Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol

Slid the panties right to the side
Ain't got time to take drawers off
On sight, catch a charge, I might

Beat the box up like Mike in '97, I bite
I'm Ike Turner, Turner, baby, nah, I don't play
Now eat the cake, Anna Mae
Said eat the cake, Anna Mae
I'm nice

For y'all to reach these heights
You gonna need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights
Sleep tight, we sex again in the mornin'
Your breasts is my breakfast
We goin' in, we'll be alright

Never tired
I've been sippin', that's the only thing that's keepin' me on fire
Me on fire
Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
I've been drinkin', watermelon
I want your body right here, daddy
I want you right here now
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy
I want you

Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love
Love, love
We'd be all night
Love, love

Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Boy, I'm drankin'
Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Boy, I'm drankin'
Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Grindin' on that wood, grindin', grindin' on that wood
Boy, I'm drankin'