Excuse me. Remix. I think y'all need to bring a little bit of every type of liquor over here to this table, every bottle. We got Weezy, Bus, Pain, and Jamie Foxx over here. Mommy in the club. Mommy see me and now she stepping to the bar because she knows she need me, yeah. Her favorite songs on. Body so appealing and she sipping on me because she knows she need the feeling. I make her feel good. She call me throne silver. Gotta have me in her body. No matter if it kills her. I get up in her body. I'm kinda like a coach, boo. Mommy feel a proper body moving like it's supposed to. When I'm in her I make mommy wanna dance more. Now she dancing like she fucking on the dance floor. She moving like she wanna break em all. I keep her hot and sweaty till she wanna take it all. Baby girl you better sip slow. I'm dangerous when the bottle start to get low. When shorty's knocked out from having a ball just blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on who? Blame it on me. She drink till she sleep when she drinking on me. I live in her cup. I watch the ice sink. She sipping all night on some shit that's like pink. You know they say you're all what you drink. Well baby I gotta be Louis XIII. And I can talk to her when nobody here. A liquor so good she don't go around beer. And shorty got class. Shorty got class so she pour me in the glass. Shorty take me to the head. One more shot of me and shorty be dead. And shorty just love drunk. She need a designated driver cause she love drunk. I need a bartender. What's your name? Let me buy this woman a bottle of Elway. Blame it on the blues. Got you feeling loose. Blame it on the drunk. Got you winning some. Blame it on my alcohol. Blame it on my alcohol. Blame it on the vodka. Blame it on the Henny. Blame it on the blue tap. Got you feeling dizzy. Blame it on my alcohol. Blame it on my T-Pain. Girl I know you feel good. Just like it look. Couple more shots you open up like a book I ain't tripping. Cause I'm a ranger. Shorty I ain't tripping. I just wanna please ya. I'ma take a shot of the new boat. Shorty didn't you know. What's going down we can go and kick it like judo. You know what I mean. Shorty got drunk thought it all was a dream so I made her say. Now she got a hand on my legs. Got my seats all wet in my ride. All over my ride. She looked me dead in the eye. Then my pants got bigger. She already knew what to figure. Had her looking at her boyfriend like. Blame it on the blues. Got you feeling loose. Blame it on the drunk. Got you winning some. Blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the vodka. Blame it on the Henny. Blame it on the blue tap. Got you feeling dizzy. Blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the alcohol. Now to the bombers popping bottles with their Henny in their cups. Dreaming money ain't a thing. If it ain't throw it up in the sky. And hold your drinks up high. Now to my independent bombers who can buy their own bottles. If you're looking like a model. When them broke fellas how I tell them fly. And hold your drinks up high. Blame it on the blues. Got you feeling loose. Blame it on the drunk. Got you winning some. Blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the vodka. Blame it on the Henny. Blame it on the blue tap. Got you feeling dizzy. Blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the blue tap.