[Lyric] Wine (Johnny 5ive (CGM))

[Intro]
Beleaguer
Wine, wine
Wine, wine, wine
Wine, wine, oh

[Hook]
So filly up my carbine
And dope [?] affi make when me gun start wine
Boy what you think?, we blow mine
We take him 'pon a drill, If the boy not right
Wine girl, wine girl
Wine girl, wine
Whatever she like, tell my girl wine
You know said them never want, see the stars shine
So wine girl, wine girl
Wine girl, wine

[Verse 1]
Gyal a wine up her body likе a [?] black
Gyal a browning, white gyal a snowflake
So I'mma make hеr body fly, she's a David Blaine
Grey sky [?] a farm, [?] far black rain
And she do it like a strippa', how she take this pole
Like, [?] down your pole, and she take this pole
Gyal grind 'pon your body, gotta tip on your toes
Fly higher than the sky, and me clothes smell of dro
[?] mudda, I don't cry 'dem a river
And to all me [?] on your body, have to shiver
And this bullet tugga, pull off the cup off of the liver
Boy you not drink alone, we will mash up your liver
[Hook]
So filly up my carbine
And dope [?] affi make when me gun start wine
Boy what you think?, we blow mine
We take him 'pon a drill, If the boy not right
Wine girl, wine girl
Wine girl, wine
Whatever she like, tell my girl wine
You know said them never want, see the stars shine
So wine girl, wine girl
Wine girl, wine

[Verse 2]
Gyal a wind up her body like genie
You a bad man, look a gyal and breedy
They wit him, act fast, not slow but speedy
Want me cummin' at all, makes a old hoe creamy, believe me
Magician, no magician, and the boy have to disappear
My cock didn't even come out, she a chew 'pon me underwear
Stuck up on a ride, me I think I go everywhere
Make me find out why it's so tight under there
Gyal a bubble up her body, like gyal just stop
No lovin' on me opps
And when you deal wit the ting, deal wit it proper
My gun affi bop
So the gyal still a wine, and they sure can't stop
And I'mma D mind gyal when she cup on the top
[?] wood, wid 'em wine boomin' out me lap
[?] pretty light skin, fave of it [?]
Wine fit it, drilla
Show me what you got
No sour ting a [?], come here sugar
Gyal good up on the bamboo
Show me what you got
Wine girl, wine girl
Wine girl, wine
[Hook]
So filly up my carbine
And dope [?] affi make when me gun start wine
Boy what you think?, we blow mine
We take him 'pon a drill, If the boy not right
Wine girl, wine girl
Wine girl, wine
Whatever she like, tell my girl wine
You know said them never want, see the stars shine
So wine girl, wine girl
Wine girl, wine
Gyal a wind up her body like genie