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Correct Sippin And Tippin Lyrics
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Soulja Boy
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Lil mama do her dance, like she in the money game Alright, alright, ok Pretty boy gonn do his thang I’m pretty boy gonn do his thang Lil mama do her dance, like she in the money game, yeah I’m pretty boy gonn do his thang, yeah, yeah I’m pretty boy gonn do his thang I said I’m chilling, and I’m sipping And I’m tipping, feeling right Shawty get tipsy, ain’t nothing silly Couple millies, seem right I’m sipping, I’m tipping I’m said I’m sipping, I’m tipping She feeling tipsy, feeling right I’m sipping something purple, you know that it ain’t nothing I’m riding through the city when we stunting We do it all for nothing Tell me what you smoking, is you fronting into something Front into something, I don’t front for nothing What you smoking, and what you drinking They got you feeling right, them true religion ... Got you looking right Them true religion ... On that booty feeling tight And tell me what you smoking, and tell me what you drinking And do you like to party, with your girls on the weekend You know it’s not a thing to call up your friends And we can hit the bitch, we can do our thing I’ve been thinking bout this, that for a while We stay for a while, hey, we stay for a while I said I’m chilling, and I’m sipping And I’m tipping, feeling right Shawty get tipsy, ain’t nothing silly Couple millies, seem right I’m sipping, I’m tipping I’m said I’m sipping, I’m tipping She feeling tipsy, feeling right Shawty feeling tipsy and shawty feeling Shawty wanna dream, shawty wanna dive Jump off in the pool, I’m a cool dude You know when I do, …on 22 Catch me in a bentley coupe, anything is new You know I got the jewels, and you can sip too Pour up a deuce, beefing with any nigga, I don’t call no truth Young dre going ham, pull up door slam They know just who I am Pull up maserati, everywhere the bitch hop in this…paparazzi I said I pull up paparazzi, you know it’s paparazzi I pull up maserati, pockets on sloppy, damn I’m so goddy Damn I’m so cocky Got them foes watching, that how you know my buzz popping And I just stand, I just stand You know that it is on, soon as we get home Sipping on patron, alright nigga gone, put me in my zone, alright, alright
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