Pour One Lyrics

If you want a drink, I can pour one

If you want to link, I can pour one

Girl, you something else

I'm staring at my phone, I get a text message

Asked what I'm doing, I replied so dry, "jack shit"

So you took the hint

"You finna come over?"

Just getting off of work, got some time to remove clothes

I mean

Girl, what're you trying to do?

We're grown without a curfew, we sure can rendezvous in the bedroom

Girl, don't tempt me for real

Casamigos sure is lethal, girl you better go and pour one

Up

I'm looking in the cup

It's sizzling

Fizzing and the drink is going to make me feel belligerent, common sense is missing

"You're hitting this?"

I mean if you're offering

Girl, I'll praise that body like tithes and offerings

What're you offering?

I mean, outside of the sex

Can you wash and fold laundry?

Know how to use some Windex?

I ain't lying, I'm tempted to hit it

But you're giving gold digger and I ain't really with it

I'll move on to the next

Yeah, I went and worked hard then I got my weight up

Swear I wouldn't date her

Shorty want my paper

Then you'll run off to your friends, talking about how you slayed him

Girl, you ain't slayed a thing but them edges

You ain't slayed them enough

Cause they need some control

Swear to god I ain't putting nothing in that loose hole

Used up

Shriveled up

You can still hit my phone

You can still pour one though

You can remove your clothes

Recreational use only, QB won't wife a hoe

What're we drinking though?

Pinot Grigio?

Don Julio?

Info, I need more

Girl, this ain't comical

Open that bottle though

Why're you tripping for real? I thought you told me you wasn't stunting

Said your man let you go, so it wasn't nothing

Forget about all that tonight

The stress and this life

You can still pour one though

She's looking in my eyes, me and shorty just pillow talking

Bouncing back and forth between the subjects and every topic

Browsing shorty's catalog as if I was doing shopping

Little did she know, I already know I got a discount

Girl, don't be pissed off

I wasn't going to miss out

Giving me the mean mug, leaned in and kissed her

Fixed her

Hey, shorty now you feel better?

"Yeah, but grab some more liquor so we can pour one"

Up

I'm looking in the cup

It's sizzling

Fizzing and the drink is going to make me feel belligerent, common sense is missing

"You're hitting this?"

I mean if you're offering

Girl, I'll praise that body like tithes and offerings

What're you offering?

I mean, outside of the sex

Can you wash and fold laundry?

Know how to use some Windex?

I ain't lying, I'm tempted to hit it

But you're giving gold digger and I ain't really with it

I'll move on to the next

Yeah, I went and worked hard then I got my weight up

Swear I wouldn't date her

Shorty want my paper

Then you'll run off to your friends, talking about how you slayed him

Girl, you ain't slayed a thing but them edges

You ain't slayed them enough

Cause they need some control

Swear to god I ain't putting nothing in that loose hole

Used up

Shriveled up

You can still hit my phone

You can still pour one though

You can remove your clothes

Recreational use only, QB won't wife a hoe

What're we drinking though?

Pinot Grigio?

Don Julio?

Info, I need more

Girl, this ain't comical

Open that bottle though

Why're you tripping for real? I thought you told me you wasn't stunting

Said your man let you go, so it wasn't nothing

Forget about all that tonight

The stress and this life

You can still pour one though

If you want a drink, I can pour one

If you want to link, I can pour one

Girl, you something else