D Loves to wash it down with a figthin' **** kickerA E Just layin' on that big ass clickin' that clicker LordA My baby she loves malt liquor [Verse]A Yeah her ex-old man was a guitar pickerD Then Lord he likely blew his tickerA E He couldn't keep the fridge full of Colt 45A When the booze ran out she sent him packin'D Went lookin' for a man with corporate backin'A E A Fat lips smackin' underneath that big beehive [Verse]A Yeah she got a pocket book full of cigarettes and SnickersD She got room on her rump for a big bumper stickerA E I'm just glad if it don't say "honk if I'm ugly and fat"A 'Cause If I had a horn I'd have to blow itD And she'd say "kiss my ass" and then she'd show itA E A And I rather go blind than look at somethin' like that [Chorus] N.C My baby she loves malt liquorD Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kickerA E Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker LordA My baby she loves malt liquor [Verse]A Yeah it's been 3 weeks since she changed them knickersD And all she wants to do is drink and bickerA E Hell I'd hose her down and she'd just brush her toothA She loves bon-bons, ding-dongs, birthday cakesD A wig-wearin' walkin-talkin' big earthquakeA E A Ah she ran off she was gnawin' on a Baby Ruth [Chorus/Outro] N.C My baby she loves malt liquorD Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kickerA E Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker LordA My baby she loves malt liquorE A Yeah well my baby she loves malt liquor
My Baby Loves Malt Liquor
Roger Alan Wade
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