Sippin 40z Lyrics

Sippin 40z lyrics

i had some 40z on my mind when i woke up this mornin'

i was sick of fancy
drinks from the bitches i'd been bonin'

wanted to get trashed, lay down
and drink my stash

get up and make a quick dash then bat my fuckin'
eyelash

at the big nasty bottle of the shit i drink

you may call me
a ghetto freak but i won't even blink

don't even try to contain the 40z
that i drain

i leave a malt liquor stain like a fucking freight train

  

Photo: Danielle Jackson  

  i go to the high school, i go to
the high school

to find me a bitch, a young virgin switch

i go to
the high school, i go to the high school

i find a young gun, i drench him
in cum

i go to the high school, i go to the high school

make him
kiss my gash, then i fuck his tight ass

i go to the high school, i go to
the high school

if you make your momma cry i'll give you some of my st.
ide's  

sippin' on some 40z what i learned in third grade

for me
the drink was made and i won't ever trade

the taste of sweet malted sex
on my pussy lovin' tongue

first time i drank it it stung and then some
little bells rung

and i knew that i loved you, i knew that i loved you

put nobody above you, rather sip you then get screwed

i knew you were
somethin', had my little brain bumpin'

'stead of doin' my man last night,
it was you that i was humpin'