Happy Hour (feat. Gucci Mane)

-

Joe

  • TextText file is a kind of computer file that is structured as a sequence of lines of electronic text.
  • WordUse for Microsoft Office Word or Open Office
  • PDFUse for Abobe Acrobat

Happy Hour (feat. Gucci Mane) - Joe Lyrics


Joe
GucciIt just hit me
I'm kinda tipsy
But it ain't the drink inside this glass
That's got this room spinning way too fast
Words are slurring
Vision blurry
Feels like I had more than a few
Under the influence of you, yeahSomebody better call me a cab
Take me straight to rehab
You got me addicted
And I don't wanna fix it
Happy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile
Lips like wine
Happy hour
One taste and I am wasted
Gets me high
You're my happy hourYou got the buzzing
I can't stop now girl I'm loving, mm
It was like we were alone in a crowded room
Don't want this night to end too soon
So baby hit me
One more time let's make history
I love you
Excuse me if I share too much
I can't help it if you fill my cup
Somebody better call me a cab
Take me straight to rehab
You got me addicted
And I don't wanna fix itHappy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile (when you smile)
Lips like wine (lips like wine)
Happy hour
One taste and I am wasted
Gets me high (so high)
You're my happy hourOne more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Girl I'm faded
You make me feel so good
You're my happy hourGirl, if I wrote a book you'd be my last chapter
Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album
I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter
Since she fuck, we'll go up there high fucking hard
They say the devil wears Prada well angels love Chanel
Well Lynden Lyman, roll with me, I'll keep you fresh as hell
I had your fingers on burr, Nick burr burr
Her favorite color pink, so I bought her a pink fur
Open the door for my li'l mama, I'm her chauffeur
I even buy you own ruff from the showroom floor
Like I'm addicted, give me something I may want more
You got me fiendin' what the hell I need a blunt for?
Oh man, a robbery, what the hell I need a trunk for?
We on a zebra work, so why I got her all fours
Come while with me, just drop your mouth and make a detour
'Cause if you're looking for a d-boy I'll be right hereHappy hour
So intoxicated every time you smile (when you smile)
Lips like wine (lips like wine)
Happy hour
One taste and I am wasted
Gets me high (so high)
You're myOne more shot
Here we go, here we go
Throw it back
Here we go, here we go
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

Happy Hour (feat. Gucci Mane) lyrics !!!