Like the women of the city your flavor varies in many.
Play it like, I'm Forrest and you're my Jenny.
Fine just the way you were packaged, no blends needed like Absolut and Henny.
Got your own spot at 7-Eleven, oh thank heaven.
When thirst creeps up on me I use you as my weapon.
If not on my lips on the go, I go home and pour a tall glass of your tall aluminum ass.
Taste buds are hypnotized.
You're my sweet thang, and all my friends recognized
No offense, but lemon-iced and raspberry are my main ones.
In a lifetime, hell a weeks time I've consumed a ton.
Soon as I get some more dollars I'm coming for you hun.
A couple dollars? Shit all I need is one and your done.
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