YE Ali and Eric Bellinger - Patrón & Lemonade [remix]

(Oh no no)

Look, I got the keys, we should leave
Serious question, how you fit that in them jeans? (Question)
Hah, girl, that's hard to believe, but anyway
We should bounce, this ain't my scene
Yeah, you look like something out a dream
Head to toe, and everything in between
How about I buy you some rounds tonight?
How about we go do somethin' else you like?
She said a couple more shots 'til you get me naked
And I said (whoa)

A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting? (I think I caught a buzz)
Every time we link up, it's a celebration (baby, let's turn up)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it (that's what's in my cup)
(Patrón and lemonade) Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it
(Lemonade and Patrón) (that's what's in my cup)
(Patrón and lemonade) Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it
(Lemonade and Patrón) (that's what's in my)

You (you)
You keep askin' what I'm drinkin' (you do, ay)
So I know just what you thinkin', girl (ay)
I'm in town for the weekend (yeah)
So you and me should get to freakin'
Why not? (Why not?)
Bet you I could lick it in the right spot (know it)
I be tunnel vision like I'm Cyclops (yeah)
Bet if we keep sippin' you gon' find out

A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded
A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting?
I pick you up, don't keep me waitin' (I think I caught a buzz)
Every time we link up, it's a celebration
Celebration, celebration (baby, let's turn up)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it
You know what's in my cup (that's what's in my cup)
(Patrón and lemonade) Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it
(Lemonade and Patrón) (that's what's in my cup)
(Patrón and lemonade) Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it
(Lemonade and Patrón) (that's what's in my)

Skin like chocolate, hips like butter
Put you in a pan, cook you up, eat you proper
Pre-heat the oven, proceed to touching
You can bring your girl in the room if you love me
Condo in the Hills, bank account overseas
Bend you over backwards, make your head touch your knees
Crystal popping, mami on the East Coast
We can do a brunch ting, wine over French toast
To be honest you look pretty when you pissed off
Bed look warm, heart cold, and your lips soft
The loving good, I might write you a song
Then I'ma pour us up some lemonade and Patrón
(It's E)

A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded
A couple more shots 'til a nigga faded (faded off your love)
Pick you up right now, why you got me waiting?
I pick you up, don't keep me waitin' (I think I caught a buzz)
Every time we link up, it's a celebration
Celebration, celebration (baby, let's turn up)
Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it
You know what's in my cup (that's what's in my cup)
(Patrón and lemonade) Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it
(Lemonade and Patrón) (that's what's in my cup)
(Patrón and lemonade) Patrón and lemonade, you can barely taste it
(Lemonade and Patrón) (that's what's in my)

Patrón and lemonade
Lemonade and Patrón
Patrón and lemonade
Lemonade and Patrón

Written by:
Yusuf A El, Cardell Denard McManus, Andre Carnell Robertson

Publisher:
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