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Where's My Drink?

Where's My Drink?

Phloee Soloin

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TREETIME
Ayy, yuh
Ayy, where my drink at bro? Where my drink at?
For real though
Ayy, my pickles aren’t on the bun!
Where my pickles at bro?
Ok, ok
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Blue on my wrist you would think I’m a thief, but I run up the guap like Krabs
(Aye)
Barnacles, barnacles, barnacles, strap to my jeans now the ops on my ass
Fuck off my dick, you old bitch, you is ugly as shit and you probably got crabs
(What)
Pull up in a drop top crop top flexin' on ho’s take 'em home then smash
Jump in that bitch, it go crazy (Ooh)
Ice on my neck, yeah my neck’s freeze (Aye)
Moldin' my flow like it’s blue cheese (Yeah)
I know that boy wanna be me (Aye)
Power up like name Goku (Skrr)
Told that bitch: «Go get my super suit» (What)
Old shit, old shit, nothin' new
Crackin' that whip like I’m from roots (Ayee)
Ayy, bruh, you tryna be the next PowerPuff Girls?
Ayy, like yeah bro-but oh, oh, oh, wait
Yeah like Bubbles, Blossom-
Ayy, we forgot the pizza bro!
Oh shit!
We left the pizza in the rock!
Ayy, bruh go get the niggas' pizza
We gotta go back to the rock!
Ayy, ayy, ayy!
Smell on the outside it’s buffin' like funtime
Be compacted, compounded, all at the party (Aye)
No walk in, fly in, get high at the hype
Of the essence from speakers they crankin' that cardi (Ok)
Bitch when I walk heads turnin' eyes widen
Like the time when Patrick met Janet and Marty
Comin' in late all these bitches surprised
Like I don’t got shit to do, bitch I stay tardy (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Sippin' a cup and I hop in a Benz then I flex on that bitch on the 'gram (Yeah)
Model bitch, model bitch, model bitch, chasin' for clout and she leavin' her
mans' (Skrr)
Diamonds they shinin', they white like a beach and I’m dippin' my hand in the
sand
Talkin' bout me but you here for the bands so fuck out of my face and go back
to ya' lands (Ooh, wait, wait)
Comin' the party they crankin' to cardi
And even the white kids they sayin' she gnarly
See a weird girl with the pink and blue tail
Aand she coming to me and I’m calling her Harley
Lookin' at her, she lookin' at me
She hand me her heart and say «handle it softly»
The thing about me is I came here to party
So take that shit back and bitch don’t try to call me (Ayy, ayy)
Smell on the outside it’s buffin' like funtime
Be compacted, compounded, all at the party (Ooh, leggo, leggo)
No walk in, fly in, get high at the hype
Of the essence from speakers they crankin' that cardi
Bitch when I walk heads turnin' eyes widen
Like the time when Patrick met Janet and Marty (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Comin' in late all these bitches surprised
Like I don’t got shit to do, bitch I stay tardy (Ayy, ayy)
Blue on my wrist you would think I’m a thief, but I run up the guap like Krabs
(Ayy)
Barnacles, barnacles, barnacles, strap to my jeans now the ops on my ass (What?)
Fuck off my dick, you old bitch, you is ugly as shit and you probably got crabs
(Aye)
Pull up in a drop top crop top flexin' on ho’s take 'em home then smash
Ayy, bro I got the Pizza bro, I got the pizza bro
Ayyahhgagagagagaga-
Ayy, aight, ayy, so all good right? (We got that pizza)
Ayy, we bought the drinks, we got everything, I think we straight bruh,
I think we straight
Money, money, money, money, money
Um
Nigga?
Wrong chat (Hehehe)
I stole that nigga’s drink (Aaah)
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