(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)



[Intro: Vic Mensa]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Thought you was coming over? Wake up



[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]

Late night calls, feelin' slightly faded

Free alcohol at the club, that shit's overrated

Call up Liquor Locker (brrt brrt!), bring me apple vodka

Shawty, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know that I could do you proper

Pour you a drink, would you please

Stop fussin' with your Samsung?

I call your bluff, why you playing?

I ain't that nigga to play games on

No, no, no, no, I could do you proper, proper

I could do you proper, proper

I love your conversation, usually I'm not the long talker, but this



[Chorus: Vic Mensa]

Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talkin', talkin'

Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much

Got me textin', callin', it's 2:30 in the morning

Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at?

I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you

Pick you up, f**k you up, give you some of this liquor

Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking

Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa



[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]

Don't listen to Kiara, she be talkin' crazy

She say I'm a savage, man, that bitch just be hatin'

I just think you're worth it, oh, please don't take it personal

But by the way you talk, I know that I could do you proper

Pour you a drink, is it me, or is one of us romantic?

Don't be so stiff, move your hips

I ain't that nigga 'til you're dancin'

I hope you know I can do you proper, proper

Like I was a doctor, doctor

This is an emergency, hurry up, call the Liquor Locker, pour up the



[Chorus: Vic Mensa]

Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talkin', talkin'

Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much

Got me textin', callin', it's 2:30 in the morning

Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at?

I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you

Pick you up, f**k you up, give you some of this

Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking

Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa



[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]

Drinkin' Bombay 'til we all f**ked up

I was drinkin' Bombay 'til I had to throw up

I was boolin' with a baddie from the Bay Area

Couldn't make it up the stairs, had to get carried up, ay

Way too much Adderall, I can't sleep now

Kush got my eyes low, can't see now

Orange Tesla got me on ten right now

If I get her naked, I'mma sin right now

Can I hit it proper? f**k you real proper

Have you screaming "Papa", yeah

Touch all on your body, feelin' on your body

f**k all on your body, yeah

Too many drinks and all these drugs

Done way too much, way too much, way too much

So please, get off your Samsung

And let's do this while your man's gone, baby, yeah



[Chorus: Vic Mensa]

Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talkin', talkin'

Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much

Got me textin', callin', it's 2:30 in the morning

Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at?

I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you

Pick you up, f**k you up, give you some of this

Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking

Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa



[Outro]

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