Dixie Cup Lyrics
| Song | Dixie Cup |
| Artist | Krizz Kaliko |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Kickin' & Screamin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm drunk as ever baby | |
| Where the Hennessey | |
| Scoob! Salue! | |
| Twiztid! Salue! | |
| Kali! | |
| [Hook] | |
| I’m filling up my Dixie cup | |
| Throwin’ up and I’m liquored up | |
| Stumbling and I’m spilling stuff | |
| Like hell yeah (Hell yeah!) | |
| Double fistin’ my Dixie cup | |
| Twisted and I’m liquored up | |
| Toasted and I lift it up | |
| Like hell yeah (Hell yeah!) | |
| [Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] | |
| Put your cups up and I’m drinkin’, tryna get ****ed up | |
| They buyin’ it for me , I lugged up and looking for Scoob | |
| They showin’ cleavage so free drinks they can get the receiving | |
| But I ain’t buying cause you ain’t leavin’ with me | |
| What I’m gonna do? | |
| I’m off in the dark and now I’m clear, I don’t drink any beer | |
| I try to cut ‘em off they keep handin’ ‘em here | |
| Now I’m too drunk to steer | |
| Get drunk like we’re supposed to | |
| Pop off the top of the oranges drink some mimosas | |
| But when I get closer she tell me she goes to shows, now listen closely | |
| Salue! Drink until my face is black and blue | |
| Tippin’ the waitress so she gon keep on goin’ by you | |
| I’m off that KC tea, Caribou is super dew | |
| I tryna get drunk as a skunk so any liquor will do, Kali | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Big Scoob] | |
| Scoob | |
| Drunk as **** right now, I ain’t lyin’ nigga | |
| Been sippin’ all night, I’m prime nigga | |
| Drunk and stupid, ‘bout to lose it, did I say I’m stupid? | |
| Old job, me and Brook how we keep it movin’ | |
| Look at daddy, brought my body, colours rossipatti | |
| Mr. Potti when I’m pissin’, help me somebody | |
| Almighty if you listenin’, help me please God | |
| I’m outside, 'bout to drive, can you steer the car? | |
| Lift the door head spinnin’, I ain’t getting far | |
| Pedal to the metal, rebel so I’m pushin’ hard | |
| Pistol cop, tryna make it back to the block | |
| Running red, tires spin, must evade the cops | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Monoxide of Twiztid] | |
| I guess tonight’s the night that we blame it all on the Dixie cup | |
| It’s barely 6 o’clock and already I’m feelin’ super drunk | |
| And like my spirits her shirt keeps liftin’ | |
| And if I had to sum her up with one word | |
| Bottles are poppin’ and everybody’s wonderin’ if we’re gonna stop | |
| All I keep thinking is let me keep drinkin’ until I go puke in the parking lot | |
| Bunch of them call the cops, now I gotta find another way to get my shots | |
| I don’t remember which way I came so I’mma stay away from my drops | |
| [Verse 4: Madrox of Twiztid] | |
| Pull me up, I don’t know what you want with my Dixie cup | |
| Juvenile approved ‘til I’m drunk it’s tough | |
| Cause I’m over at the bar tryna love a slut | |
| Cause I like to cut and I put ‘em in the butt ‘til they bust a nut | |
| Cause I’m crazy like that so don’t you know | |
| So I puked a little bit and blinked my eye | |
| Tryna see if I can that six beats home | |
| Ciroc and Grey goose, three olives and vodka | |
| Friendly rum chowder bottle bottle bottom’s up and might lick a middle day meek solid | |
| Just my apologies for drinkin’ your drop | |
| So put the bill on my tab, and throw the deuces since I’m arrived | |
| [Hook] |
| I' m drunk as ever baby | |
| Where the Hennessey | |
| Scoob! Salue! | |
| Twiztid! Salue! | |
| Kali! | |
| Hook | |
| I' m filling up my Dixie cup | |
| Throwin' up and I' m liquored up | |
| Stumbling and I' m spilling stuff | |
| Like hell yeah Hell yeah! | |
| Double fistin' my Dixie cup | |
| Twisted and I' m liquored up | |
| Toasted and I lift it up | |
| Like hell yeah Hell yeah! | |
| Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko | |
| Put your cups up and I' m drinkin', tryna get ed up | |
| They buyin' it for me , I lugged up and looking for Scoob | |
| They showin' cleavage so free drinks they can get the receiving | |
| But I ain' t buying cause you ain' t leavin' with me | |
| What I' m gonna do? | |
| I' m off in the dark and now I' m clear, I don' t drink any beer | |
| I try to cut ' em off they keep handin' ' em here | |
| Now I' m too drunk to steer | |
| Get drunk like we' re supposed to | |
| Pop off the top of the oranges drink some mimosas | |
| But when I get closer she tell me she goes to shows, now listen closely | |
| Salue! Drink until my face is black and blue | |
| Tippin' the waitress so she gon keep on goin' by you | |
| I' m off that KC tea, Caribou is super dew | |
| I tryna get drunk as a skunk so any liquor will do, Kali | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Big Scoob | |
| Scoob | |
| Drunk as right now, I ain' t lyin' nigga | |
| Been sippin' all night, I' m prime nigga | |
| Drunk and stupid, ' bout to lose it, did I say I' m stupid? | |
| Old job, me and Brook how we keep it movin' | |
| Look at daddy, brought my body, colours rossipatti | |
| Mr. Potti when I' m pissin', help me somebody | |
| Almighty if you listenin', help me please God | |
| I' m outside, ' bout to drive, can you steer the car? | |
| Lift the door head spinnin', I ain' t getting far | |
| Pedal to the metal, rebel so I' m pushin' hard | |
| Pistol cop, tryna make it back to the block | |
| Running red, tires spin, must evade the cops | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Monoxide of Twiztid | |
| I guess tonight' s the night that we blame it all on the Dixie cup | |
| It' s barely 6 o' clock and already I' m feelin' super drunk | |
| And like my spirits her shirt keeps liftin' | |
| And if I had to sum her up with one word | |
| Bottles are poppin' and everybody' s wonderin' if we' re gonna stop | |
| All I keep thinking is let me keep drinkin' until I go puke in the parking lot | |
| Bunch of them call the cops, now I gotta find another way to get my shots | |
| I don' t remember which way I came so I' mma stay away from my drops | |
| Verse 4: Madrox of Twiztid | |
| Pull me up, I don' t know what you want with my Dixie cup | |
| Juvenile approved ' til I' m drunk it' s tough | |
| Cause I' m over at the bar tryna love a slut | |
| Cause I like to cut and I put ' em in the butt ' til they bust a nut | |
| Cause I' m crazy like that so don' t you know | |
| So I puked a little bit and blinked my eye | |
| Tryna see if I can that six beats home | |
| Ciroc and Grey goose, three olives and vodka | |
| Friendly rum chowder bottle bottle bottom' s up and might lick a middle day meek solid | |
| Just my apologies for drinkin' your drop | |
| So put the bill on my tab, and throw the deuces since I' m arrived | |
| Hook |
| I' m drunk as ever baby | |
| Where the Hennessey | |
| Scoob! Salue! | |
| Twiztid! Salue! | |
| Kali! | |
| Hook | |
| I' m filling up my Dixie cup | |
| Throwin' up and I' m liquored up | |
| Stumbling and I' m spilling stuff | |
| Like hell yeah Hell yeah! | |
| Double fistin' my Dixie cup | |
| Twisted and I' m liquored up | |
| Toasted and I lift it up | |
| Like hell yeah Hell yeah! | |
| Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko | |
| Put your cups up and I' m drinkin', tryna get ed up | |
| They buyin' it for me , I lugged up and looking for Scoob | |
| They showin' cleavage so free drinks they can get the receiving | |
| But I ain' t buying cause you ain' t leavin' with me | |
| What I' m gonna do? | |
| I' m off in the dark and now I' m clear, I don' t drink any beer | |
| I try to cut ' em off they keep handin' ' em here | |
| Now I' m too drunk to steer | |
| Get drunk like we' re supposed to | |
| Pop off the top of the oranges drink some mimosas | |
| But when I get closer she tell me she goes to shows, now listen closely | |
| Salue! Drink until my face is black and blue | |
| Tippin' the waitress so she gon keep on goin' by you | |
| I' m off that KC tea, Caribou is super dew | |
| I tryna get drunk as a skunk so any liquor will do, Kali | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Big Scoob | |
| Scoob | |
| Drunk as right now, I ain' t lyin' nigga | |
| Been sippin' all night, I' m prime nigga | |
| Drunk and stupid, ' bout to lose it, did I say I' m stupid? | |
| Old job, me and Brook how we keep it movin' | |
| Look at daddy, brought my body, colours rossipatti | |
| Mr. Potti when I' m pissin', help me somebody | |
| Almighty if you listenin', help me please God | |
| I' m outside, ' bout to drive, can you steer the car? | |
| Lift the door head spinnin', I ain' t getting far | |
| Pedal to the metal, rebel so I' m pushin' hard | |
| Pistol cop, tryna make it back to the block | |
| Running red, tires spin, must evade the cops | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Monoxide of Twiztid | |
| I guess tonight' s the night that we blame it all on the Dixie cup | |
| It' s barely 6 o' clock and already I' m feelin' super drunk | |
| And like my spirits her shirt keeps liftin' | |
| And if I had to sum her up with one word | |
| Bottles are poppin' and everybody' s wonderin' if we' re gonna stop | |
| All I keep thinking is let me keep drinkin' until I go puke in the parking lot | |
| Bunch of them call the cops, now I gotta find another way to get my shots | |
| I don' t remember which way I came so I' mma stay away from my drops | |
| Verse 4: Madrox of Twiztid | |
| Pull me up, I don' t know what you want with my Dixie cup | |
| Juvenile approved ' til I' m drunk it' s tough | |
| Cause I' m over at the bar tryna love a slut | |
| Cause I like to cut and I put ' em in the butt ' til they bust a nut | |
| Cause I' m crazy like that so don' t you know | |
| So I puked a little bit and blinked my eye | |
| Tryna see if I can that six beats home | |
| Ciroc and Grey goose, three olives and vodka | |
| Friendly rum chowder bottle bottle bottom' s up and might lick a middle day meek solid | |
| Just my apologies for drinkin' your drop | |
| So put the bill on my tab, and throw the deuces since I' m arrived | |
| Hook |
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