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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (repeat 8x) |
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[pimp c] |
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For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp |
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Keep the **** fiends higher than the goodyear blimp |
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We eat so many shrimp, i got iodine poisoning |
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Punk *******s make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining |
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You say that you a boss, i ain't believing that *******t |
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You got a funny geneva evil watch, with the ferrari kit |
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Take that monkey *******t off, you embarrassing us |
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I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs |
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Hyper called on, on the hands-free phone |
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The '84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chrome |
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If you got 16, you can get a biz-erp |
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I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp |
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[dj paul] |
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*******s scared to flaunt it, some *******s they want it want it |
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Some *******s they join it joint it, but i be ****** up up on it |
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Well we're the mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bull*******t |
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If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a ******* |
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Two *******s all at the mouth, *******s all at the ass |
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And plus there's some type of *******s that |
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Caught all night and she cool with that |
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She popped off a pill of x, and drank off some orange juice |
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And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super loose |
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*******s come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-goose |
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All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that x and the tootie fruit |
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40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus |
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The next is how its no ounce *******s |
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*******s sipping and dipping and tripping, man i'm bout all out |
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (repeat 4x) |
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[juicy j] |
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People always asking me, "me the three 6 high on that" |
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Rolling on them x pills, scurry pup-pup powder packs |
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Woah-wuh where the ****** at, ain't like that we need that |
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Night crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easy |
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Nothing like that yella yella better hey you're itching man |
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Talking like you "what's up, fool?" vocal chords sounding lame |
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In my days all we did was g-fight on the quarter pound |
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Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you down |
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Now you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheels |
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Ain't no doubt, hit me when i peep for this wheat field |
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Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dank |
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Heard my name, gino, i feel like i'm gonna ******g faint |
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[bun b] |
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Let me continue what you know, i bring nito and young guido |
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Hauling vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?bedito? |
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With my three 6 *******s hoeing up in my southern creedo |
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Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like john vito |
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Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a zanger |
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You ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle finger |
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Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take |
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Your ******* to the tilly and be a ******* and cum slanger |
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When big bun come danger, ******* ring your alarm |
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Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm |
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And that crazy *******t, i'm tripping on some skinny ******* |
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Some the hoes, i'm florida the foes |
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And for the most i'm steady sippin' on some |
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (repeat til fade) |
