Saweetie - Closer lyrics

We gon' turn up at the party
Takin' shots off of my body pour me up
(London on the track, London on the track
Bitch) go (We got London on the track)
Ayy

One shot, two shots, three shots
(Ayy) , shot o' clock
(Uno, dos, tres) , shot o' clock
Diamonds in my cup, so I want it on the rocks
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour me up)
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour me up)
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour me up)
BYOB, don't be lookin' at my cup

Tonight we gettin' white girl wasted, ayy
Clique full off baddies, no basics, ayy
This gon' be an icy girl favorite, ayy
Shots got me leanin' like The Matrix
All my bitches bend over, look back at it
And buss it i'm the one that made him buy
You Birkins just to touch that
Wop-wop-wop-wop-wop, make them hips roll
Drop it down, get low (If you a bad bitch)

One shot, two shots, three shots
(Ayy, uno, dos, tres) , shot o' clock
(Uno, dos, tres) , shot o' clock
Diamonds in my cup, so I want it on the rocks
(Uno, dos, tres) , pour me up
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour me up)
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour mе up)
BYOB, don't be lookin' at my cup

Ayy, he braggin' he got stars in thе Wraith
Lame i'm tryna get stars on the Walk of Fame
Ayy, when it's this icy, you gotta slurp it
Crocodile boots
Eat this apple like a serpent white toes
Steppin' on these bitches for my spot
Real Blasian bitch, I could whip it in a wok
Lil' bad B, face down, wop-wop
Bustdown cocaina, I'm the dopest on the block

One shot, two shots, three shots
(Ayy, uno, dos, tres) , shot o' clock
(Uno, dos, tres) , shot o' clock
Diamonds in my cup, so I want it on the rocks
(Uno, dos, tres) , pour me up
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour me up)
Pour it, pour it, pour it (Pour me up)
BYOB, don't be lookin' at my cup

We gon' turn up at the party
Takin' shots off of my body
Got me feelin' hella naughty
Sneaky link, don't tell nobody
(Uno, dos, tres) , pour me up
(Uno, dos, tres) , pour me up
(Uno, dos, tres) , pour me up uno, dos, tres
(BYOB, don't be lookin' at my cup)

If you don't finance her
You are not the answer
You said you want a sweetie with
A body like a dancer
Ricky romancer, go and get your bands up
I'm sexy
Now he tryna lick my water like a Cancer
I'm sexy
Now he tryna lick my water like a Cancer
(Mwah)

(On the track, Pour it, pour it, pour it)
(Pour it, pour it, pour it)
London on the track, London on the track
Bitch
London on the track, London on the track