Sweet Premium Wine - Ruffs + Rares

Forget it. Here, let's have a drink

You're drinking too much of that wine of yours

Why don't you and I have a drink?

Oh, but of course, there's no wine in the world

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Three, two, one, check it out

Sweet premium, see me I'm chillin'

Like the maniacal villain that I am, pull a scam

This is my kind of jam, buddy pal

See, first name Al, last name Keyhole

Like I never fill my toilet with guts

What's up? Why'd they shut down Hula Butt Store for?

If I had a dime for every quarter last year

I'd pay some old dude to get beer for me from 7-Eleven

Seven crew, mad whole crew say

Fucks on my D.A. rap, wrecked over Ooh Ray

He should've saved it for eight bucks in his pocket

He could've used a loop for ice on his eye socket

Old daddy looked like his age matched his ounces

I guess that's how the B-boy bounces

As he bops and drops an empty bottle near the sewer

I dose like two or twenty with my crew

Yeah, I knew an old lady who swallows St. Ides

I don't know why she swallows St. Ides

Some use the easy wise, others strip the Philly sheets

I feel like Big Willie while my brothers hit eighty with the sweets

Hey, you know what this is?

Sweet premium wine

Hey, you know what this is?

Sweet premium wine

You know I'm complex-headed like a Rubik's Cube puzzle

Who said I drink? I don't drink, I guzzle 'til I'm distorted

I'm known as the brain boggler

No Listerine, I'm the alcohol gargler

Don't drink that, that ain't all in it

Gary Vee top plays too much, it's all thin it

I be living in the bottle, I be in it

To win it, or maybe even steal it

Yo, let me top the bottom, it better be cold, let me feel it

I got stressed, I sip booze to heal it

Take your time, relax your mind

I relax fine with premium wine

Your body, yeah, now that's what I'm talking

I be watching you watching me hawking that ass

I pack it and dip, I still be bad as hell if I slip

Stagger or trip, don't try to flip on me

First I'll warn you, then burst the whole wine bottle on you

Don't wanna be a seer flat torn concrete

You know the time, you know the crime

I call that nigga sweet

Hey, you know what this is?

Sweet premium wine

Hey, you know what this is?

Sweet premium wine

Hey, you know what this is?

Sweet premium wine

Hey, you know what this is?

Sweet premium wine

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Want some more wine?

He's got some sweet premium

You reckon you can get it?

Sweet premium!

Bastards!

I'll kill you bastards!