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drank sippa - slim thug & lil' keke lyrics

[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

- slim thug lil keke lyrics

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