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Sippin on gin
Like im sippin on water
Rolling up a blunt
Man this b**h can't get fatter
Sippin on that goose
Got the triger finger loose
You got a lil problem?
You can talk to my duece duece
X2
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Sippin on gin man im kinda f**ing tipsy
Rather make a song with SPM than drizzy
Call me old school but i keep it straight G
And my moms the only reason im in school for my degree
sh**, i owe it all to my family and fans
If it wasn't for yall id prolly have no f**ing plans
Still wonderin why im here
So mad but shed no tear
b**h ima f**ing dog
And i can smell your f**ing fear (haha)
Talking bout dawgs i can tell that yous a p**ycat
Run your little mouth say you gangsta boy this and that
I hate to break it to ya
But you were b**h made
You say that you ain't hatin
Either ways im gettin paid
Damn, this weed's so loud youd think id owned a skunk
And half this song sound blurry cause im f**ing drunk
Yeah i rather puff a B than pop a bottle
Let your life tell your story yeah n***a tha** the motto!
---------- !H O O K! ----------
Sippin on gin
Like im sippin on water
Rolling up a blunt
Man this b**h can't get fatter
Sippin on that goose
Got the triger finger loose
You got a lil problem?
You can talk to my duece duece
X2
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If yall could read my mind
You would swear im going psycho
Im all about that green
You can call me f**ing geico
Music's half my life and the other half its empty
Im barely saving up to buy my mom a f**ing bentley
So you think that you cool cause you g**n?
Put that thing to yo head it go bang bang!
Now you gone so mom start to cry
Can't feel bad cause we can all say we tried..