My Baby Loves Malt Liquor Lyrics

My Baby Loves Malt Liquor
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My baby she loves malt liquor
Loves to wash it down with a figthin' **** kicker
Just layin' on that big ass clickin' that clicker Lord
My baby she loves malt liquor
Yeah her ex-old man was a guitar picker
Then Lord he likely blew his ticker
He couldn't keep the fridge full of Colt 45
When the booze ran out she sent him packin'
Went lookin' for a man with corporate backin'
Fat lips smackin' underneath that big beehive
Yeah she got a pocket book full of cigarettes and Snickers
She got room on her rump for a big bumper sticker
I'm just glad if it don't say "honk if I'm ugly and fat"
'Cause If I had a horn I'd have to blow it
And she'd say "kiss my ass" and then she'd show it
And I rather go blind than look at somethin' like that
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My baby she loves malt liquor
Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kicker
Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker Lord
My baby she loves malt liquor
Yeah it's been 3 weeks since she changed them knickers
And all she wants to do is drink and bicker
Hell I'd hose her down and she'd just brush her tooth
She loves bon-bons, ding-dongs, birthday cakes
A wig-wearin' walkin-talkin' big earthquake
Ah she ran off she was gnawin' on a Baby Ruth
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My baby she loves malt liquor
Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kicker
Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker Lord
My baby she loves malt liquor
Yeah well my baby she loves malt liquor