Raw Sippa Lyrics – Baby Smoove
Singer: Baby Smoove
Title: Raw Sippa
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 t#tt#es
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
b#tch 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’ b#tches wanna sell they soul
She gon’ say she f#cked five n#gg#s, but it’s twenty more
I don’t believe sh#t no hoe sayin’, I just go alonе
Up them n#gg#s 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 n#gg# money froze
I’ll f#ck 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 b#tches on
Imma, clean raw sippa
A n#gg# 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 if yountrippin’
She love the way I talk, ’cause fourth quarter when I’m in it
We don’t sign to a n#gg# that act gay all in they feelings
Richer than them n#gg#s not, and they soft, so I ain’t trippin’
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