Sippin 40z lyrics

Artist  : Gravy Train 
Song : Sippin 40z
 
												
														   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'