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lirik lagu tequila – ty dolla $ign

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[intro: ty dolla $ign]
tequila (sheesh)
look at mamacita (dolla)
uh, uh, uh
dolla $ign
mustard on the beat, ho

[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
ooh, sippin’ tequila
s*xy girl, i need you
walkin’
she never let it lie, yeah*yeah*yeah
oh, you finna get dry, dry
oh, if you look me in my eyes, tonight (dolla talk to ’em)

[verse 1: ty dolla $ign]
she back that ass up (what?)
ooh, i wanna f*ck you with the lights on (for real)
ooh, baby meet me on the nights off
that’s a vacation baby, wanna vacation with it
you know this
and she love when a n*gga stay focused
i know that, she want it
let me take you on a yacht and go flaunt that (for real)
oh, don’t look like that (nah)
girl i see you in the cut, and what you drinkin’?
oh, she said “you, if you want it” (haha)
so i take it to the back, now i’m in that
penetrate it, wanna take you, out to cabo for the week (yeah)
out to drink some on the beach (haha)
it’s up to you, girl what you want? (talk to ’em)
[chorus: ty dolla $ign & 2 chainz]
ooh, sippin’ tequila
s*xy girl, i need you (for real)
walkin’
she never let it lie, yeah*yeah*yeah
oh, you finna get dry, dry (dry, dry, dry, yeah, yeah)
baby, you are a star
and i can’t wait to see you shine (2 chainz, yeah)

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
sippin’ on tequila (oh)
workin’ on this feature (oh)
all my verses fever (oh)
restaurant, no pita, yeah
1942, clase azul (oh)
when i walk in it smell cash in the room (smell it)
on the smartphone i can’t talk to no fool
million dollar worth of jewels, ain’t no way i’m gonna lose
on this side of town we don’t see no sunshine
paid the young n*ggas just to yell out one time
i ain’t talkin’ l’s when i say it’s crunch time
patrón, margarita, just for lunch time
been vip, i used to skip the lunch line (skip it)
and i been a hustler, man it’s in my bloodline (in it)
no trust fund, i got it ou the mud (mud)
pour a lil’ out for the homies above, yeah
[chorus: ty dolla $ign, 2 chainz & a$ap ferg]
ooh, sippin’ tequila (what? uh)
s*xy girl, i need you (yeah)
walkin’
can’t let her just walk by, yeah*yeah*yeah (alright, hey)
oh you finna get dry, dry
oh if you look me in my eyes, tonight, ooh (yeah, yeah*yeah*yeah)

[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
just landed from tulum, ’bout to hit dyckman
jetlag, so they had low like bryson (yeah)
uptown mamis got the cake with the icin’
180 fresh leggins, make that ass righteous (right, huh)
don’t make me k!ll it like isis
she gon’ make that bed wetter than the crisis (yeah)
i ain’t gon’ lie, i had to hit and catch the hiatus (oh*oh)
now i got her screamin’ on the place, f*ck the pilot
body like rosalia, favorite movie is selena
hot sauce with the piece and only ask who’ll features
and she play soccer, just signed with adidas (yeah)
go to new york, and i met her at cleaners (god d*mn, huh)
wear that sundress, guarantee to get the p*n*s
true mamacita, takin’ shots of tequila
in the house, man she never seen martin or gina
mi amor, are you a rapper?
yeah, i’m in arenas
[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
ooh, sippin’ tequila
s*xy girl, i need you
walkin’
she never let it lie, yeah*yeah*yeah
oh, you finna get dry, dry (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
baby, you are a star
and i can’t wait to see you shine (yeah)