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sha hef - still sippin' lyrics

[intro]
yeah nigga, still sippin’ jug, you heard
the fuck you niggas talking ’bout
super villain shit, o.t.m, o.t.m

[verse 1]
i got whatever for my niggas, a hunnit on the dank
enough for a b-tch to put the rest up on a drink
racks under the mattress, don’t keep shit up in no bank
if you can’t swim with the sharks then stay your -ss up out the tank
hunnit round hef, niggas know me as the billy
and i don’t want no deals unless we talking bout a milli’
i’m the top goon, and i ain’t talking ’bout philly
ar-ab fuck with me if you ever in my bity
big bank roll, can’t fold so my paper straight
money come in all types of ways, don’t gotta paper chase
still clocking, we rocking and we scr-pe the plate
catch me ralph lauren to the floor, don’t do no bathing ape
told you niggas i was on your neck, you should’ve saved the date
you can say your hail marys and amazing grace
call td jakes, and you still couldn’t shake your fate
if they don’t free my nigga bb we gon’ break the gates

[verse 2]
young lords swing swords when i want the crown
set up shop if i want the town, take a nick, turn it to a pound
weatherman better get your plow
i want my money and i want it now
pocket rockets pop and make a pussy nigga piss
guess i’m a shooting star, tell your b-tch to make a wish
she get it rocking in the kitchen, playing with the fish
prometh and codeine in my soda how i make my twist
i’m from the land where cops k!ll us, so we k!ll em back
you get up on ’em close range and then you peel his cap
ain’t shit sweet around here, [?]
king of the trap, thats a snapple fact, p-ss the strap
riding ’round, burning pack in a black benz
all black strapped up and we strapped in
4 niggas, 8 guns got us packed in
with my mac-10 i shoot shit up like a packed tent
fuck a beamer, fuck a benz, i need a lambo
stevies world, rip my nigga yambo
jail pose, red bandanna like i’m rambo
young god, walk on water in ‘lo sandals
pay homage, pour your liquor, light your candles
still sippin, what’s life without the gamble
this my life dont like the show, change the channel
big homie, so address me by my handle

[outro]
you heard nigga
big homie, address me by my motherfucking handle
hunnit round hef, you niggas know what time it is, man blackout boyz forever man, you heard
r.i.p. my nigga you hear, real talk
still sippin’ mud, nigga
goofy -ss niggas

- sha hef lyrics

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