Long Island Iced Tea Lyrics & Tabs by Hoodie Allen
Long Island Iced Tea
guitar chords lyrics
She says, "We ain't 21 but we might be",
Fresh in my Nikes, pass me the ice tea.
Go on girl, I know that you like me,
Don't need a wifey, just need me some ice tea.
They said "Do you need to see ID?"
She said "Likely"
Are you gonna leave with me?
Umm, she might be
Boyfriend got a problem?
Then fight me.
One hand on his broad and the other on my ice tea.
My notre dames fill up tanks to the gallon
Go Jimmy clauson, we be hoodie allen
We be more Dawson's creek, Keep the ballad
Tryna break up Katie Holmes marriage
Go Jimmy clauson, we be hoodie allen
We be more Dawson's creek, Keep the ballad
Tryna break up Katie Holmes marriage
And you eating salad [?]
But we will be skating through
I am Sydney Crosby,
You probably ain't made it dude
And yeah I played a few Women in my day, it's true
Sega dream-cast up on their ass from they favourite dude
I play Yahtzee on a yacht with your hot niece,
So if they ask me to change I tell them "Hardly"
Part of me stuck going backwards like the car seat.
We just want a slutty broad
You can call her Aubry
Auto-matically when we pull the wand out
Man those Chevys made me pull a wan house [?]
Hoodie Allen underage
Now we stuck in time out
A-yo let's vibe out
Holla with these times out
She says, "We ain't 21 but we might be",
Fresh in my Nikes, pass me the ice tea.
Go on girl, I know that you like me,
Don't need a wifey, just need me some ice tea.
They said "Do you need to see ID?"
She said "Likely"
Are you gonna leave with me?
Umm, she might be
Boyfriend got a problem?
Then fight me.
One hand on his broad and the other on my ice tea.
Hoodie Allen baby we been hot since the remix
Bad ass wife wants steve mcqueens shit
Want to give these cougar woman something to believe in
Tell her butter witz snack
You can call me steven, leavin'
In the morning I be gone in 60seconds
Nick cage, rib cage on some big breast rested
In stage high fade you can't afford our price man
We so nice you getting kim bo slice fam'
OB's the pilot, I just write the flight plan
Never knew these white boys woulda got so height man, damn
Jean Claude van suckers
We write rhymes that make you shudder
If I be "oh believe it" - it flows like butter
'Cause she's cooking me dinner
And I think it's supper
What a predicament
We get gooder in the summer
So I just turn the radio up
What a bummer
She says, "We ain't 21 but we might be",
Fresh in my Nikes, pass me the ice tea.
Go on girl, I know that you like me,
Don't need a wifey, just need me some ice tea.
They said "Do you need to see ID?"
She said "Likely"
Are you gonna leave with me?
Umm, she might be
Boyfriend got a problem?
Then fight me.
One hand on his broad and the other on my ice tea.
The other on my ice tea. [x4]
