Lil Blessin – Likka Sto (Remix) Lyrics

Lil Blessin Likka Sto Remix Lyrics (feat. Travis Scott, G Herbo & BIA), Travis Scott Likka Sto Remix Lyrics

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I wanna go to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store
I wanna go to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store
I wanna go to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store

I took a ho to the liquor store
I hit your ho by the liquor store
Boy, you a drunk, think I licked that ho
Goofy ass nigga probably kissed that ho
We be givin’ out shots like the liquor store
Blessin’, when you finna go to the liquor sto’?

I wanna go to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store
I wanna go to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store

Take a shot, shot, shot, shot, (Woo, woo, woo, bitch)
Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, go, damn damn)
Shots, shots, shots, shots, (Go, shit, fuck, bitch)
Shot, shot, shot, aye bitch, take a— (Go, woo, woo)

I don’t wanna make this shit go up
I’m the one makin’ these hoes turn they ho up
I’m already drunk than a fuck I might sow up
I might drink me a bottle, Aceto and throw up
You drinkin’ Moscato, you don’t wanna be sober
Like I went to the crib I’m a Casamigo-la
1942, like it’s World War 2
Like I bought you a drink you get shot out the blue (Go)
I’m off the X, drinkin’, lookin’ like Woo (Poof)
.48 make it rain like Travis Porter (Tro)
Off Taylor, boy, bitch, you out of order
Bitch, you can’t drink my bottle, you can’t afford it
Where would I be without my bottle of Bossi?
We drink box like bottle of water
Now lil’ drunk ho probably’ll swallow it
Let me suck her up in the back of the ‘Rari

Take a shot, shot, shot, shot, (Woo, woo, woo, bitch)
Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, go, damn damn)
Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, shit, fuck, bitch)
Shot, shot, shot, aye bitch, take a— (Go, woo, woo)

Runnin’ my spot like 7-Eleven, I need it all day, no tint and fold, yeah (It’s lit)
When she drivin’ the boat, I swear I feel like Jack Sparrow, okay (Yeah)
Told her, “It’s two to get in”, but fo’ she walk in inside of this door, yeah
Way she takin’ them shots, I swear she drink enough for us both, okay
My lil’ twins, know we go down out in friends, no (Twin)
So much Cacti in this bitch It’s like the bath mode (Ahh)
Know you like to bounce it but know you got hands though (Bop it)
What time it is? (Let’s go)
It’s shot o’clock (Yeah)
Shots up, thots, ayy, shots up, thots, ayy
Shots up, thots, ayy, shots up, thots, ayy (BIA, BIA)

I drink the shit out the bottle
I do my lick like my nigga, it swallows
Gotta go stick, I’m going auto (Skrrt)
All of the drip, you need goggles (Uh)
I’m coverin’ hoes when I’m off the Quavo (Uh)
I’m in Atlanta, I might act like I’m Quavo
Niggas don’t ask what I bring to the table
If he on my ass then he havin’ a plate full (Yeah)
He blew back at the liquor sto’
We in Chanel, there gon’ be some mo’
They callin’ me, come and get yo’ ho
That nigga burnt, he ain’t lit no mo’, uh
I cut him off like, “Who’s up next?”
Someone get hurt, nigga, he keep sendin’ me these drunk texts, uh (Damn)
Bitch take a shot, what the fuck you sayin’?
Bitch I can’t believe I forgot (Damn)
I’m outside all summer and you know the block is hot (Hot, hot)
A bitch think that she heard, but I know she really not

Bitch take a shot, shot, shot, shot, (Woo woo woo, bitch)
(Don’t get caught by the liquor store)
Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, go, damn damn)
(Don’t get caught by that liquor store)
Shots, shots, shot, shot, (Go, shit, fuck, bitch)
(—at the liquor store)
Shot, shot, shot, aye bitch, take a— (Chi’, Chi’, Chi’)
(—at the liquor store)

Ayy, let’s hit the liquor sto’
Spend a G at the liquor sto’
We know we need some liquor for sure
We ain’t need to call the bitches tho’ (We ain’t need to call the bitches tho’)
Ion even pull up with these mini sticks
But foenem say they needed a kit (Fuck it)
Freak bitch try suck my dick
Had to switch the whip ’cause I need me some tan (Yeah)
Uh, lil’ bitch talk too much, I blocked her
This the head of dismissal (Aye)
Drinkin’ that basse, I done went blocked her
I can’t lie, I missed her
She can’t take it, I was fakin’
I met her on Finsta (Uh)
How she thought we was gon’ make it? I ain’t never kissed her (C’mon)
How I’m gon’ settle for basics? I feel like the greatest (Yeah)
Take a shot, I told her, “Take it, bitch, take it”
See me in flesh, I ain’t even gotta say shit, bitch get naked
Love me so much, you don’t even wanna run from me, bitch, take it
I got money and a lot of cars, alotta places
I pop out a lot of charms, alotta bracelets
The real already know my name, I ain’t changin’ (Woo)
Hit the liquor sto’ with my gang (G Herbo), keep the change

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: Bianca Landrau, Herbert Wright, Jacques Webster, Lil Blessin
  • Album: Likka Sto (Remix)
  • Released: 2023