Too Many Bottles Trevor Jackson

[Intro]
Y'all really tryina go to the club, man?
Yeah nigga, let’s go
I was just tryin' to chill tonight
For real, I ain't tryina do all that
Nah, bro, ain’t nobody chillin', man, we partyin'
We got a table?
You already know we got a table
You sure we got a table?
We got a table, bad bitches, everything you need

[Verse 1]
Fill it up, get a taste
Girl, that's what it's made-made for
Can't let none go to waste
Know you've had a long, long day
Girl let's be bad
Let’s do some shit we gon’ regret in the morning
You know what I'm talkin’ 'bout
I'll be your daddy
So go and back it up on me just how you wanna (Back it up)
I'm feelin’ wavy

[Pre-Chorus]
You know I got me some tequila
Took a shot, I'ma reload quick
I swear she bad
Could be the Seagram's gin
Could be the Tito's
Henny? No, I shouldn't mix
Too late, I'm feelin' it (Oh yeah)