Songtexte SIP - LTR

Yeah I ride for my city, city

Handle my business how I run my game
Quit all that weeping we just not the same
Fiending for blow, but she saying she can't
She's overrated, she's a candy cane
Average in all, except for the brain
He's losing his game so he fuck on a lame
Smoker's cough, they all call me Bane
Drop the price like I be La Flame

Run my game
Run your game
Realize
We not the same

I got my drink I got my cup
It start to sweat so i double up
Coke is the follow up
Big ole rack with the bubble butt
Snapping at bitches, let's huddle up
Dirty mind but I cuddle her
You already know that I run it up
I just need time to love on her

He said that I ride for my city, city
Don't fall down
All out of time
I mean really, really
All up on my dog like some chilli, chilli

I sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Out my plastic cup
I sip until it's over
I can't give up

Handle my shit how I handle my liquor
Pull up in yo whip but my whip, it be quicker
'Laxed and be cooling, she want me to lick her
Moving that body like she is a stripper
All of this cash but where is the flipper
Foot on the gas and her hand on my zipper
Forty-two dash, she flew and I missed her
All of that ass, I mean I would have tipped her

Run my game
Run your game
Realize
We not the same

All these shots, where they coming from?
Said you ain't pussy, what you running from?
With yo lil Debbie, you honeybun
Just know I work for that money son
Southern pack, it's Columbian
Can't leave that whore uneaten
Yea I sip for fun, no other reason

He said that I ride for my city, city
Don't fall down
He said that I ride for my city, city

I sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Out my plastic cup
I sip until it's over
I can't give up