Baby Smoove - Raw Sippa lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Raw Sippa lyrics]
(Ugh! Fuck, Lemme hit that shit)
(Went from a hunnid thou' to a mil' ticket
Dark cup sippin')
I'm dark cup sippin'
I went from a hunnid thou' to a mil' ticket
I met her in the bus
I was starin' at her titties
You ain't even got no shoes
How he think he runnin' with me?
Send her OT to go shopping, I don't gotta go
Bitch irritating me
So I ain't dealin' with my other hoes
Cemetery in my pocket
Came from bags and I was pullin' phones
I been having this
Makin' bitches wanna sell they soul
She gon' say she fucked five niggas
But it's twenty more
I don't believe shit no hoe sayin'
I just go alonе up them niggas out there on
Thе road, being safe
Going through these stores
Go be loyal to this money
Don't be loyal to these hoes
Spent this last on that jewelry
Know that nigga money froze
I'll fuck with you on the price
If you grab a bigger load
We ain't flamin' for no reason
Eating steak with the bros
I can take yo shoes off
Or I can put them bitches on
Imma, clean raw sippa a nigga drinking hit
I don't think he know the difference
Got a fresh pack of virgins
Imma crack 'em while I sip 'em
Boy you needa tie 'em up, you can't run
You be trippin' she love the way I talk
'cause fourth quarter when I'm in it
We don't sign to a nigga that
Act gay all in they feelings
Richer than them niggas not, and they soft
So I ain't trippin'
I can’t wait to see a nigga act gang
Go and strip 'em
I park in the handicap 'cause
Everybody know I'm here
20 sticks in the car, like TI but I ain’t Tip
Imma make 'em do they job, get behind me
Imma send it
Bum crumb niggas droppin' videos
Nobody listen i got thirty thousand on me
I'm just ridin' 'round chillin'
White rose on this Audemar
My Cuban's worth fifty
Niggas wake up going bar for bar
But imma stick to sippin'
You can see me in the dark
When VVS's get to trippin'
Imma, clean raw sippa a nigga drinking hit
I don't think he know the difference
Got a fresh pack of virgins
Imma crack 'em while I sip 'em
You needa tie your shoes up, you can't run
You be slippin' she love the way I talk
'cause fourth quarter when I'm in it
My name really good
I get whatever on commission
I can buy my own load
I don't need a nigga blessing
I'm a eight digit nigga
I ain't sittin' around texting
(Went from a hunnid thou' to a mil' ticket
Dark cup sippin')
I'm dark cup sippin'
I went from a hunnid thou' to a mil' ticket
I met her in the bus
I was starin' at her titties
You ain't even got no shoes
How he think he runnin' with me?
Send her OT to go shopping, I don't gotta go
Bitch irritating me
So I ain't dealin' with my other hoes
Cemetery in my pocket
Came from bags and I was pullin' phones
I been having this
Makin' bitches wanna sell they soul
She gon' say she fucked five niggas
But it's twenty more
I don't believe shit no hoe sayin'
I just go alonе up them niggas out there on
Thе road, being safe
Going through these stores
Go be loyal to this money
Don't be loyal to these hoes
Spent this last on that jewelry
Know that nigga money froze
I'll fuck with you on the price
If you grab a bigger load
We ain't flamin' for no reason
Eating steak with the bros
I can take yo shoes off
Or I can put them bitches on
Imma, clean raw sippa a nigga drinking hit
I don't think he know the difference
Got a fresh pack of virgins
Imma crack 'em while I sip 'em
Boy you needa tie 'em up, you can't run
You be trippin' she love the way I talk
'cause fourth quarter when I'm in it
We don't sign to a nigga that
Act gay all in they feelings
Richer than them niggas not, and they soft
So I ain't trippin'
I can’t wait to see a nigga act gang
Go and strip 'em
I park in the handicap 'cause
Everybody know I'm here
20 sticks in the car, like TI but I ain’t Tip
Imma make 'em do they job, get behind me
Imma send it
Bum crumb niggas droppin' videos
Nobody listen i got thirty thousand on me
I'm just ridin' 'round chillin'
White rose on this Audemar
My Cuban's worth fifty
Niggas wake up going bar for bar
But imma stick to sippin'
You can see me in the dark
When VVS's get to trippin'
Imma, clean raw sippa a nigga drinking hit
I don't think he know the difference
Got a fresh pack of virgins
Imma crack 'em while I sip 'em
You needa tie your shoes up, you can't run
You be slippin' she love the way I talk
'cause fourth quarter when I'm in it
My name really good
I get whatever on commission
I can buy my own load
I don't need a nigga blessing
I'm a eight digit nigga
I ain't sittin' around texting