Tequila Songtext
von YoungBloodZ

Hey, what′s happening baby?
What's your name girl?
Tequila?
Oh yeah, my friends call you Quavo
Keep your eyes on me baby, that′s for real

Now let me tell you 'bout this girl Tequila
She was born in 1800
She makes me feel real woozy
Sometimes sick to my stomach, oh
But I love this girl Tequila
One shot of her love is over
She takes all my monies
And all I wanna do is hold her
Tequila, my Mexican lover


How can I forget her, my Mexican lover
Was dead ass strong, couldn't mix her up with no other
Her name Tequila, we met in October
I hit her all the time, I can′t see being sober
When hitting is over, the girl′s addictive
We stay at the bar 'cause she ain′t that expensive
Don't give me no problems when I′m with her
Nice brown tone, she got me slitzer
My girl Tequila, I jump when you say so
I serve you whatever you pay for
Her nickname Quavo, 18-hunner
She got you woozy, got you sick to the stomach
The girl's a club ho, a two shot dub ho
Not far from a drug ho, get you back by the po-po
You fucking with Quavo, the girl′s a killer
I have you at the bar taking shots of Tequila
My Mexican lover

Now let me tell you 'bout this girl Tequila
She was born in 1800
She makes me feel real woozy
Sometimes sick to my stomach, oh
But I love this girl Tequila
One shot of her love is over
She takes all my monies
And all I wanna do is hold her
Tequila, my Mexican lover


See I've been searching, pursuing, straight getting right to it
On late nights we get tight in ways I can′t refuse it
Like Cupid′s we undisputed and together ruthless
And all the other hoes feeling low, looking stupid
All because we was two of a kind cutting a rug
In back of the club, Tequila the most dangerous thug
Soaking up your brain, driving you insane
And leaving you to ache on your back feeling strange
Without no pain, she's off the chain like no other
My Mexican lover, the only one on my covers
Like Hustler, she′s got me tipsy, she's got me doo-doo
And damn near foolish, on one more will have me coo-coo
And geeked up ′til I'm tore up, now what′s the hold up?
It's on now, we back up on it, just as we post up
Slithering at the bar, dead drunk to the world
Burning down the club, calling on your boy Earl

Now let me tell you 'bout this girl Tequila
She was born in 1800
She makes me feel real woozy
Sometimes sick to my stomach, oh
But I love this girl Tequila
One shot of her love is over
She takes all my monies
And all I wanna do is hold her
Tequila, my Mexican lover
Now let me tell you ′bout this girl Tequila
She was born in 1800
She makes me feel real woozy
Sometimes sick to my stomach, oh
But I love this girl Tequila
One shot of her love is over
She takes all my monies
And all I wanna do is hold her
Tequila, my Mexican lover