lirik lagu slim thug & lil' keke - drank sippa
[intro: slim thug]
huh
boys be talkin’ ’bout they pourin’ up
pourin’ up what?
[verse 1: slim thug]
big drank sipper, used to sip up out the pitcher
old boy, baby, today i can’t sip with you
all this sh~t fake now, man, that ain’t the taste
plus them prices high, new sippers gettin’ raped
i remember when that sh~t was only ten a line
me and co had ’em by the gallons goin’ down
couldn’t sell drank ’cause a n~gga kept sippin’
gotta thank god for givin’ me “still tippin'”
flippin’ on fours ’cause that here is tradition
tell your girl back back, my big diamonds glistenin’
mr. leave a b~tch blind when i come around
never heard of you, only the baddest out your town
top down when i pull up to the chapman
haters still can’t believe i got all this rappin’
‘lac trunk slappin’ when i slide in my ride
old b~tches tryna come back, b~tch, bye
stay dry flossin’, lookin’ for my new future
cybertruck bulletproof, but i’d shoot you
mute your b~tch ass like a n~gga goin’ live
i knew they couldn’t f~ck with me since i was five
if i hurt your feelings, well, i apologize
but i’m still gon’ get to this money ’til i die
reachin’ to the star and a n~gga gettin’ closer
penthouse, watchin’ friday fireworks for closure, hold up
[interlude: lil’ keke]
a lot of you n~ggas from the karo days
we sippin’ barre just like a neighborhood star
green~label sh~t, n~gga, ayy
[verse 2: lil’ keke]
four~fours on that fleetwood, a big dipper
twenty ounces of mud, i’m such a rich sipper (rich)
the paint wet as a whale, i call that b~tch flipper
she gave me head in the drop, i might as well tip her (might as well)
yes, i’m a bartender, texas on my license plate (plate)
i got that pineapple poppin’ with a splash of grape (grape)
i watch it bubble up (up), sittin’ in that double cup (cup)
you n~ggas drankin’ on bullsh~t, i’m like what the f~ck?
pour me a thick four (four), salute to big moe
southside don ke was drankin’ from the get~go (i swear)
i been a hustler all my life, but now i’m gettin’ more (more)
these n~ggas fakin’, they ain’t tastin’, that’s for sh~t sure
toe taggin’ that g~wagen, i’m gettin’ paper (paper)
sippin’ punch in a benz, yes, i’m a trend maker
yeah, they was talkin’ that player sh~t, but really wasn’t (they wasn’t)
so i retired my cup ’cause they wasn’t drankin’ nothin’, n~gga
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