Stalley - One More Shot lyrics

[Hook - August Alsina] Take one more shot for the liquor, a little more liquor And we on that bullsh** Yeah, one more shot for the liquor, just a little more liquor Shot after shot, now we got a full clip Got my Jesus right, yeah my Jesus right Keep sipping like it's 3 tonight Got money power respect, the keys in life You're free tonight, yeah my keys are right here Take one more shot for the liquor, just a little more liquor Shot, shot [Verse 1 - Stalley] Ohio state, great kicks, hottest n***a on the block Take another shot, now we on that bullsh** Need a couple bottles to the VIP And 6 more shots if we through then we on a full clip Party over here, party next door Party on the dance floor, damn little shawty too thick Took her from a ball player, wasn't playing ball I ain't really get involved, I ain't give two sh**s Ladies everywhere, kush in the air, already lit two spliffs She don't even smoke like that, got her faded back off two hits And the club full throttle while you [?] She know what it is, I ain't gotta place a bid All you gotta let me know is when you're ready to dip But first… [Hook - August Alsina] [Verse 2 - Stalley] Marijuana still lit, hottest label in the game Sitting on my chain, I ain't gotta prove it Ciroc shots, black bottle Belaire Fresher than the Fresh Prince, hell yeah boy I do this We just tryna party, I ain't tryna hurt nobody But my n***a got the hammer on him like a tool kit And girl I got the keys whenever you wanna leave Old school in the lot looking like a new whip First you wanna pic for the ‘Gram, damn Pa's gon' be on me like I gotta new chick Twisting in the club going HAM Shawty's so bad I done took two flicks Bunch of bad women in the club Something bout you girl it's just too slick Take another shot just because A n***a feeling buzzed, I ain't tryna lose it [Hook - August Alsina] [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] Every n***a on the block tryna cash out Every b**h in the club got her hand out Black jeans, I pull them twenty bands out f** good, then tell me what your man bout [?] Twenty bottles so don't tell me what your tab bout 305, so you better have that map out Introduce you to these n***as that I rap bout [?] Lebron, he had to tap out So dope, double M, we the crack house Max out what I a salary cap bout? Black power, what a n***a bout to camp out Pull a strap out, boy you better back down Look around, all this on me when I sat down Like a stripper at the door, you're getting text now At the bar and the bottles all black now [Hook - August Alsina]