Sip Lean

Yeah, bitch, yeah
Ayy, bitch
Bitch, stop askin' stupid-ass questions
Just teach these niggas lessons
AK-47, fuck Smith & Wesson
Uh-huh, bew

Bitch, stop askin' stupid-ass questions
Just teach these niggas lessons
Pull up AK-47's, I'm reckin'
That bitch hit my line, she say I'm pregnant
Bitch, what you gotta lie for?
I specifically remember that whole night, whore
Now so-so this is how the whole shit went down
Came in there, blew her back out
Then young nigga bust a nut on her nightgown (Come here)
Then I left her spot, hopped in my Mase, then called my other thottie'
Tell her I'm on my way so she can top me (Come here)
'Member I was broke, ain't had no bitches, but now a nigga rich
C-Can take a nigga bitch like any minute (Yeah)
Boy, my bank account is full of spinach, that mean it's full of green
No, I do not sip liquor, I sip lean (Ugh)

No, I do not sip liquor, I sip lean
No, I do not sip liquor, I sip lean
No, I do not sip liquor, I sip lean (Ugh)
I sip lean, I sip lean
I sip-I sip-I sip-I sip lean



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Writer(s): Frank Childress, Divjot Singh Anand
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