Henny And Emotions

(Intro)

Blawsome (*Laughs*)

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(Verse 1)

You hit my phone like “What you doin’?”

I hit you back like “Nothin.”

You say, I’m drunk and I need to save you

You know I don’t act right in public

And you feel some type of way I can tell

Girl that D’Usse make you tell on yourself

You got show me what is real (Real)

And them pictures that you sent me I collect em like art

You come alive in the dark

You told me don’t kiss and tell

I don’t kiss at all (All)

You text me if I got a condom

I say Nah (Nah, nah)

Latex, to drunk text, to (Woah, woah)

Even with all your friends around, you still the hot shit (Hot)

I almost ripped my denim jeans to make the knot fit (Woah, woah)

Slide back the store to get the Trojans (Woah, woah)

She in her feelings mixing Henny & Emotions (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

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(Chorus)

Drunk text

Later on we having drunk sex

You send me that drunk text then later on we having drunk sex (Yah)

You send me that drunk text

I know you want it until the morning

You horny, you hit my phone up and I respond with a

Drunk text (Yeah)

Then later on we having drunk sex (Yeah)

(Drunk sex)

(Verse 2)

Yeah

She hit the club with no panties, that’s easy access (Yeah)

Caught Audible’s at the Grammy’s, my family over dressed (Yeah)

My ego big as my dick she wanna suc-cess (Woah)

She wanna **** more and give a **** less

Takashi Murakami, my money don’t origami (No)

More Versace than Donatella and Giovanni (Versace)

Me no ID they know my body we in the lobby (Lobby)

She gettin drunk while she wanna ride me, she DUI me (*Skrt*)

TMI that’s just too much info don’t tell nobody (Shh)

GS9 you won’t see no cappin like Bob and Rowdy (No)

Treated me like a nobody, look how they idolize me (Huh!)

A perfect picture for the paparazzi

(Outro)

I only call you when I’m drunk (Call you when I’m drunk)

I only call you when I’m ****ed up (Pick up the phone)

I don’t wanna fall in love (Love, I don’t)

You send me that drunk text I know you want it until the morning

You horny, you hit my phone up, I respond with…

That 1942 got the best of you I like the way you talking (I like the way you talkin’)

Yeah, I like the way you talkin’