Wesda - Ice Cold VB
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{chorus}
Sippin' some ice cold vb, out the 40 litre esky
In front of the flat screen tv, got the acca dacca cd
Got the vl and vt, mate, i've been sippin' on frothies
But i'm still gonna grab my car keys
{verse 1}
No i don't fuck with rbts
No i don't blow in those machines
So i take the coppers on a goose chase through residential streets
I keep hand grenades on me, in the can or stubby
Yeah that vb makes me feel free
I don't need your girl's md, all i need's a few vbs
All i need's a bit of that brew to get me some of that dopamine
All i need's a bit of that piss runnin' down my throat, it's the goat
Now i go, oh oh oh
Sippin' vic bitter with a chip dinner
On the more chilli, i'm a big winner
If your bloke's trouble, i'm a king hittеr with my stiff liver
On the speedboat, gonna deepthroat those green stubbiеs that i love most
My drinks fridge, gotta keep close
The vb goes where we go
{bridge}
I drink it up
I drink it up
All day long, all i do is sip it up and sip it up
And sip it up, i can't get enough
(please go get me one more)
{chorus}
Sippin' some ice cold vb, out the 40 litre esky
In front of the flat screen tv, got the acca dacca cd
Got the vl and vt, mate, i've been sippin' on frothies
But i'm still gonna grab my car keys
{verse 2}
You can get it poppin' long range foxes with the shotty
You can get it knockin' blokes out in a fight in ice hockey
You can get it on a dusty, turnin' pitch facin' offies
You can get it watchin' sunrise with that bald bloke kochie
It's a hard-earned thirst for some real hard work
Sweat patches on my shirt, i've been shiftin' all this dirt
I've got bleedin' palms, but it doesn't even hurt
'cause i'm twelve stubbies deep, but i still feel alert
You can't see my abs 'cause i've been sinking all these slabs
I bought smokes for my son 'cause i thought they were fads
At the pub with the lads, tellin' me i'm a shit dad
Cub just called me, 'cause they want me starrin' in the next ad
I'm swimmin' in a lush sea of green and orange tins
You cobbas should see the state of my recycling bin
Hard yakka got me thirsty like ya missus is for me
That girl pretty, but no chance, i'm married to the vb
{chorus}
Sippin' some ice cold vb, out the 40 litre esky
In front of the flat screen tv, got the acca dacca cd
Got the vl and vt, mate, i've been sippin' on frothies
But i'm still gonna grab my car keys
{verse 1}
No i don't fuck with rbts
No i don't blow in those machines
So i take the coppers on a goose chase through residential streets
I keep hand grenades on me, in the can or stubby
Yeah that vb makes me feel free
I don't need your girl's md, all i need's a few vbs
All i need's a bit of that brew to get me some of that dopamine
All i need's a bit of that piss runnin' down my throat, it's the goat
Now i go, oh oh oh
Sippin' vic bitter with a chip dinner
On the more chilli, i'm a big winner
If your bloke's trouble, i'm a king hittеr with my stiff liver
On the speedboat, gonna deepthroat those green stubbiеs that i love most
My drinks fridge, gotta keep close
The vb goes where we go
{bridge}
I drink it up
I drink it up
All day long, all i do is sip it up and sip it up
And sip it up, i can't get enough
(please go get me one more)
{chorus}
Sippin' some ice cold vb, out the 40 litre esky
In front of the flat screen tv, got the acca dacca cd
Got the vl and vt, mate, i've been sippin' on frothies
But i'm still gonna grab my car keys
{verse 2}
You can get it poppin' long range foxes with the shotty
You can get it knockin' blokes out in a fight in ice hockey
You can get it on a dusty, turnin' pitch facin' offies
You can get it watchin' sunrise with that bald bloke kochie
It's a hard-earned thirst for some real hard work
Sweat patches on my shirt, i've been shiftin' all this dirt
I've got bleedin' palms, but it doesn't even hurt
'cause i'm twelve stubbies deep, but i still feel alert
You can't see my abs 'cause i've been sinking all these slabs
I bought smokes for my son 'cause i thought they were fads
At the pub with the lads, tellin' me i'm a shit dad
Cub just called me, 'cause they want me starrin' in the next ad
I'm swimmin' in a lush sea of green and orange tins
You cobbas should see the state of my recycling bin
Hard yakka got me thirsty like ya missus is for me
That girl pretty, but no chance, i'm married to the vb
