Slurpee Songtext
von Zach Zoya

Mm-hmm, yuh
Yo, yo-yo-yo-yo
A whole lotta vodka in my slurpee, nigga
(Woah) Yuh, ooh, look

Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it
Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it (and I slurp)
This shit wet, this shit cold, this shit icy
This shit uh, this shit wet, this shit icy, look


Don′t you dare gettin' it twisted, if I′m on it then I body it
I got a feeling that people around me don't care none about it
I want the money, the fame and the view from the house in the valley
I cannot wait for divine intervention, I'ma do without it
Qc get cold in the winter but summertime feels like Nevada, ooh
Roll up a wood, fog up my face, fly to Nirvana, ooh
This shit ain′t real, all that shit fake, that booty plastic (that booty)
Still when I hit it, it starts to bounce, it do gymnastics

My hundreds smelling like maple, uh
I fucked your bitch, she ain′t faithful, uh
She keeps inhaling that vapor, uh
My dick, it feel like a baker, uh
My dick, it feel like a baker, uh
My dick (yuh, yuh)
My dick, it feel like a- (yuh)

Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it
Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it
This shit wet, this shit cold, this shit icy
This shit uh, this shit wet, this shit icy

Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it
Hella liquor in my slurpee and I slurp it
This shit wet, this shit cold, this shit icy (this shit)
This shit wet, this shit cold, this shit icy, uh