Wine

Lyrics

[Intro] Beleaguer Wine, wine Wine, wine, wine Wine, wine, oh [Hook] So filly up my carbine And dope [?] affi make when me gun start wine Boy what you think?, we blow mine We take him 'pon a drill, If the boy not right Wine girl, wine girl Wine girl, wine Whatever she like, tell my girl wine You know said them never want, see the stars shine So wine girl, wine girl Wine girl, wine [Verse 1] Gyal a wine up her body likе a [?] black Gyal a browning, white gyal a snowflake So I'mma make hеr body fly, she's a David Blaine Grey sky [?] a farm, [?] far black rain And she do it like a strippa', how she take this pole Like, [?] down your pole, and she take this pole Gyal grind 'pon your body, gotta tip on your toes Fly higher than the sky, and me clothes smell of dro [?] mudda, I don't cry 'dem a river And to all me [?] on your body, have to shiver And this bullet tugga, pull off the cup off of the liver Boy you not drink alone, we will mash up your liver [Hook] So filly up my carbine And dope [?] affi make when me gun start wine Boy what you think?, we blow mine We take him 'pon a drill, If the boy not right Wine girl, wine girl Wine girl, wine Whatever she like, tell my girl wine You know said them never want, see the stars shine So wine girl, wine girl Wine girl, wine [Verse 2] Gyal a wind up her body like genie You a bad man, look a gyal and breedy They wit him, act fast, not slow but speedy Want me cummin' at all, makes a old hoe creamy, believe me Magician, no magician, and the boy have to disappear My cock didn't even come out, she a chew 'pon me underwear Stuck up on a ride, me I think I go everywhere Make me find out why it's so tight under there Gyal a bubble up her body, like gyal just stop No lovin' on me opps And when you deal wit the ting, deal wit it proper My gun affi bop So the gyal still a wine, and they sure can't stop And I'mma D mind gyal when she cup on the top [?] wood, wid 'em wine boomin' out me lap [?] pretty light skin, fave of it [?] Wine fit it, drilla Show me what you got No sour ting a [?], come here sugar Gyal good up on the bamboo Show me what you got Wine girl, wine girl Wine girl, wine [Hook] So filly up my carbine And dope [?] affi make when me gun start wine Boy what you think?, we blow mine We take him 'pon a drill, If the boy not right Wine girl, wine girl Wine girl, wine Whatever she like, tell my girl wine You know said them never want, see the stars shine So wine girl, wine girl Wine girl, wine Gyal a wind up her body like genie