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Hoodie Allen - Long Island Iced Tea 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

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 its 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