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Correct Sippin' Tha Barre Lyrics
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Correct Sippin' Tha Barre
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[Chorus:] Sip sippin tha barre Grippin tha grain I got 17 karrots in my piece and chains [repeat 4x] [verse 1:] Ya'll open a map and take a trip down south Come on over to huston, texas welcome to the swisha house Its the? Of the trill Coming straight out the block I got my mind on my hustle I'm tyrna make it to the top So I put in work and stack at night Determination is all I got On the grind I sceme and plot Whatever it takes to raise my stock I'm breaking bread out here try to survive On my new water with these sharks prayin I stay alive I'm putting up numbers like oneil on that 610 south Aint nothing soft about my block 'cept the packs of the south This here that people's champ talk This the expressions of a g And ima be chasin after them g's until I R.I.P. Its paul wall baby What it do be bangin screws since '92 Pat pat, lil kee kee, funky hawk and the rest of the crew So whos next on that plex I'm flippin slab and weavin hood Wit screens hanging down from the roof I'm ballin like a real playa should I'm [chorus x4] [verse 2:] They got you thinking huston, texas the home of david carr But really it's candy paint playas sippin on barre Take a ride wit a star straight outta that low star state Lil michael watched the train and told me I gotta hold my weight Motovation is the key when you moving them keys Entropenuaters out the game outta The 713 See one of the keys to my success I switched up like rick maddox While maintaining my composings to become one of the baddest I stick to the g code in my el g'est clothes While I'm tippin on 4 4 's with these scuicide doors I buy dro and pro pow for my dogs that died in the past Prayin to god I stay flow just to make this hustle last Its prime time I'm obeying the laws While my life is on trial I'm tyrn knockout pieces chain and throw some ice on my smile Its all working ok while I'm out here punching in clock Its hustlemania out here grinding on the block I'm tryna ball baby [chorus x4] [verse 3:] You see the dirty coast trenches where the killers don't think Where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink These lil cowards tryna sas and make the character of a g But I'm squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me Its g's up and marks down when I'm making my round While I'm up in nyc with dipset we shutting it down Shouts out to keenan martin holding it down in the low coast While I'm on the block grinin tryna hold my post I'm glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste I'm iced out like frozen food Sippin on the ski taste I'm moving time on my grind It aint no time for playing games That's why I hustle 25/8 acumulating This change I got them diamonds up against that wood grippin grain and sippin good Bustin time that's my hood gettin money is understood I'm on the hustle baby all night and all day 100 d up in my safe Safe to say that boy is paid [chorus x5]
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