Whiskey Eyes Lyrics - Chinx

We cannot deal anybody else 

(Rock party) 

We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin' 

I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy 

1, 2, 3 

I'm a mothafuckin' coke boy 

You lured me in with those whiskey eyes 

You tell me things, I know they're all lies 

I'll fall, I'll fall for you 

And there's nothin' I can do 

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Yo, Montana 

Ay, hit the game, put the wave in it 

Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it 

I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it 

Shootout with the police like Siegel did it 

Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it 

Can't be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it 

Ev-Everything that's gold ain't wood and glue 

I seen killers fold for certain killas 

Have your money right when the law costs 

I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs 

The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings 

(Turn the pain into music) 

Turn the music into millions, haaan 

Got jerked my first deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick" 

Once I made my first mil', I told them "Fuck a brick" 

Brick, brick by brick, 'til it's empire 

Lick by lick, gone a sleepwire 

Had to learn taxes, help you relax 

If you don't own your masters, your classes turn to ashes 

So hit the round table, count it all up 

Or get the brown bag, count it all up 

Call the bad bitches, round 'em all up 

Come the first, we can count it all up 

Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up 

(International superstar) 

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You lured me in with those whiskey eyes 

You tell me things, I know they're all lies 

I'll fall, I'll fall for you 

And there's nothin' I can do 

They said kill 'em with success, toe tag ya up 

Name a Hollywood bitch I ain't rag up 

Promise, the pressure turn to diamonds 

The karma turn to commas 

If the block told you eye to eye 

Seeing dreams in a bottle 

The other son of Pablo 

Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model 

This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa 

Come and get a close up 

I'm on the post like the power forward 

From the hoodies to the Tom Ford 

Big up, for the stick up 

They wanted me to hiccup 

I copped the Bent' over sticker 

About to come and pick your chick up 

Gladiator theme music with Casino suits 

Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin' 

This that Benny Blanco 'fore he killed Carlito 

This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico 

Them calm streets, Teflon fleek 

In the jungle, while you holdin' hands in Palm Beach 

We was climbin' fences, we was playin' benches 

One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches 

European boots, European suits 

African diamonds, my niggas shinin' 

My nigga Chinx son became my own son 

The block where I'm from, you need your own gun 

Devil held me up, figured that I'd convert to God 

Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars 

Swag drippin' by the litre, four ounce of purp' 

The game ain't for the weak, go and play the church 

Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing 

Ridin' on these suckas that opposed it 

Ballin', took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls 

From the pens, got my homie on the phone call 

No work, money goes under the mattress only 

Hands clean, got some youngins that'll back it for me 

Really skatin' budget, conflict diamonds only 

Made my vow to the game, boy, that's matrimony 

You lured me in with those whiskey eyes 

You tell me things, I know they're all lies 

I'll fall, I'll fall for you 

And there's nothin' I can do