B-Nasty00 - Sippin' (feat. RVLLA) Lyrics

Sippin' on
Sippin' on
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Drank
Sippin' on
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Drank
Sip it
Sip it
Sippin' on
Drank

Sippin' on
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Sippin' on
Drank
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Drank

Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Drank
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Sippin' on
Drank
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Sippin' on
What?
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Drank

We goin' on a mission, whip it in the kitchen
Gotta new bitch, now that's a nice addition
Pass through like we go to the Missions
No work, all play, call me ambition
Post with n****s contradiction
Shootin' these guns like I play for the Pistons
Lob it up, slam dunk like Blake Griffin
Lob it up, slam dunk like Blake
She like me, yeah, ugh
She callin' me dad, ugh
I got the pack, ugh
If you got the racks, ugh
Rocket too fast, I might have to stop
But I think I'm gonna make it to the top
Wet drip, wrung out like a mop
Steal your girl she give me top
Got Jungle Juice and I mix it with the wop
I like your girl, she give me the slop
Switch up, back forth, make the swap
Aye, aye
Gettin' to smacking her ass, ugh
Hittin' it hard, feel the wrath, ugh
Licking her gut, I won't pass
Making a joke, but I will not laugh

Sippin' on
Sippin' on
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Drank
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
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Sippin' on
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What?
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Drank

She got me sippin' on Hennessy
Tryna f*ck up on a bitch that's in front of me
Go to town, but I got n****s in front of me
See you slurpin', how you got n****s in front of me?
Going crazy, I'm competing for dinner
Good pipes, call me Bryson young Tiller
Ty, RVLLA, got the gang actin' silly, Wakanda forever
I beat a bitch bad, no A Kuna Matata
Stack up the lotto, the yolo the motto
We sippin' the lotto, that young americano
I shoot for the head, imma dance you can't follow
Don't come for me n**** I turn you gelato, woah
Me and my n****s who drippin' that OG
Now she coming for me, give me throat
Head game on fleek
Imma kick you in like a door
Know I'm smoking that doody
Haven't heard this before, ugh
Got you flashing that Rollie
But got her staying on that throat, ugh
All these n****s finna go, ugh
All you bitches finna blow, ugh
Imma take you to the floor, ugh
Now you n****s finna flow, ugh

Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Drank
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Drank
Sippin' on
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What?
Sippin' on
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Drank

One, two, three, four
Here I come, knock on the door
Imma hit up on the bed
Imma hit up on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight
You and me cannot debate
Hungry as hell, I eat the plate
Nice and juicy like it's stake
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Knock you out, Iring the bell
You a snitch and you a tail
Dirty n**** and you smell
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
Your bitch love me and she miss me
She want sex but do not kiss me
She real lose she like it frisky
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty
Get the hoes, I get the money
I make jokes because I'm funny
You get close but do not touch me
Get in bed you have to f*ck me
Catching feelings, do not love me
Seen in public, do not hug me
Get real close but do not trust me

Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Drank
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Drank
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
What?
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Sippin' on
Drank

Drank
Drank
What?