E40

E40 - Ripped lyrics

rate me

(feat. Lil Jon)

Hook:

Hey, hey, hey

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

I hate being sober

Hey, hey

I hate being sober

God damned I’m

Ripped, ripped, blisted, blisted

Have mercy, have mercy

Fucked up, fucked up!

Ripped, ripped, blisted, blisted

Have mercy, have mercy

Fucked up, fucked up!

I’m ripped, tequila, vodka and Yak

I’m so ripped that they can’t saw me back.

Give me some…some limes, some dimes

Who we’re at? And watch me go ham, prosciutto!

Welcome to the gin pit, the…

It’s a line around the corner and it’s smacking in this house

Club pack like the Riner brothers air show

How can I qualify, Marshall?

Let me in the side, don’t let me in through the back

I’m a boss, I ain’t taking off my hat!

I smell like a … I’ve been smoking since I woke up

Full of that… my eyes the colour of my cup

All eyes on us, we go the hardest

Hell of bachelors, and bottle service sparkling

I’m high as a hippie, I’m style

Patron ‘til the lights come out!

Hook:

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

I hate being sober

Hey, hey

I hate being sober

God damned I’m

Ripped, ripped, blisted, blisted

Have mercy, have mercy

Fucked up, fucked up!

Ripped, ripped, blisted, blisted

Have mercy, have mercy

Fucked up, fucked up!

Uh, I’m afraid to go in

Party like Memorial Day weekend, weekend

You’re hella torn up, drunk

Today my birthday, so I’mma party all month!

They call me…talking landlord out her house

Famous for my work plus, so …

Shipped up like free… clientele and class

Everyday is payday without a dollar..

Uh, I got my team in here

It’s hella damn bitches in here

Cliquing and the three musketeers

Making this our year! (Bitch!)

Black boy, black boy, look at me!

Hella guy, like Mr. T

What after I was at, what after party?

Hook:

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

I hate being sober

Hey, hey

I hate being sober

God damned I’m

Ripped, ripped, blisted, blisted

Have mercy, have mercy

Fucked up, fucked up!

Ripped, ripped, blisted, blisted

Have mercy, have mercy

Fucked up, fucked up!

Tequila, gimmie that shit

beer, gimmie that shit

Vodka, gimmie that shit

Whiskey, gimmie that shit

Champagne gimme that shit

Come yet, gimmie that shit

Gin, gimmie that shit

Liquor, gimmie that shit!

Hook:

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

Let’s drink like we ain’t got work tomorrow

I hate being sober

Hey, hey

I hate being sober

God damned I’m

Ripped, ripped, blisted, blisted

Have mercy, have mercy

Fucked up, fucked up!

Ripped, ripped, blisted, blisted

Have mercy, have mercy

Fucked up, fucked up!

Thanks to Tig for correcting these lyrics

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