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Tell the DJ turn it up, bet the DJ bring it back
Tell him play that shit again, tell him that you like that
Like that, oh, Tre
I ain't got but two reasons to be here, man
All the bottles poppin' bottles
I know it's somebody's birthday right now
Right now, right now, right now
It's somebody gettin' drunk though, right now
Right now, right now, right now
Catch me in the club like I own that bitch
Shawty dancin' like she on that dick
Bad bitches never hold back
Send me a picture, where your phone at?
I only came here for two reasons
I came by
I only came for the bitches and the drinks
Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks
For the bitches, ca-ca-came for the bitches and the drinks
Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks
Baby, get your glass up
I only came for the bitches and the drinks
Baby, get your ass up
That's what I came for
I see you tryna hang, couple on a string
Stop trippin', you can't control that freak
Ain't nobody got a body like hers
Ghetto booty but she came from the 'burbs
Got a dark skin girl dancin' on me
Two white girls dancin' on me
Bad yellow bone, yeah, I'm in my zone
But you keep comin' back, so you know we hella gone
I only came here for two reasons
I came by
I only came for the bitches and the drinks
Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks
For the bitches, ca-ca-came for the bitches and the drinks
Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks
Baby, get your glass up
I only came for the bitches and the drinks
Baby, get your ass up
That's what I came for
I hit the club, buy the bar
The VIP just seen my partners and a lot of broads
It's Tre the G, I DJ, pop them bottles, party hard
We done with today, I'm lookin' for tomorrow
All I do is turn up, ain't no goin', don't concern us
All this bubba kush, I burn up, Spencer regular who warn us
Takin' corners, fishtailin' out the parking lot, yellin' "Bankhead"
Westside, me and the nine chicks trailin' me
Ridin' Hondas in the streets, 'cause we was mindless
If it wasn't for the chips up in this bitch, you wouldn't find us
Even when I try the same thing, one came through the door
Like you ain't know I came for
I only came for the bitches and the drinks
Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks
For the bitches, ca-ca-came for the bitches and the drinks
Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks
Baby, get your glass up
I only came for the bitches and the drinks
Baby, get your ass up
That's what I came for
It go real wild when I say get your ass up
If you hot, you cold, Florida, Alaska
Chicago, Virginia, New York City
Houston where the girls are thick
LA, the Bay, tell your girl 'bout this
Matter fact, tell the OG and
Ooh, you know they fine up and down in Carolina
Shout to every Tennessee when I'm down in Tennessee
I only came here for two reasons
I came by
I only came for the bitches and the drinks



Авторы: Clifford Joseph Jr. Harris, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Troy Taylor, Kyle Norman Stewart Ii, Menardini Timothee, Najja Mcdowell Copyright: Songs Of Universal Inc., Jogloe Music Publishing, Najja Left Field Music, April's Boy Music Llc, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., April's Boy Music, Llc, Domani And Ya Majesty's Music, Wb Music Corp., Embassy Music Corp., Chit Chat Music, No Quincydence Music Publishing, Downtown Dmp Songs, Embassy Music Corporation, Concord Road



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