Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sippin Slow, artist - NeakoDate of issue: 14.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sippin Slow |
| Killa, yah |
| And um |
| ‘Bout a half a clip I’m smokin' |
| Rollin' through the city in a full cloud |
| Crack and let the window open |
| The streets could smell as I cruise by |
| Slow-mo cause I’m sipped up |
| One word and get ya bitch fucked |
| I got a million flows, I always switch ‘em up |
| And I never run when it’s fisticuffs |
| Slow-mo, slow-mo, slow-mo is what I’m feelin' |
| Sour smoke, expensive clothes, blowin' O’s as I’m willin' |
| Gettin' poured up wit' Killa |
| Breakin' down 8ths wit' Young L |
| Don’t matter if we really don’t sip at all, we could sell it right back, |
| it’s gon' sell |
| It’s H-town in my town, they cupped up and poured down |
| R.I.P. |
| to DJ Screw, they livin' they lives like yours now |
| As a real nigga, just sip slow |
| A real bitch, let ya nigga know |
| I be high as hell off that rugby or that purple dreams in my videos |
| Everyday we keep rollin' up, gotta get this paper |
| Everyday we keep pourin' up, man I be so faded |
| Everyday we keep rollin' up, gotta get this paper |
| Everyday we keep pourin' up, man I be so faded |
| Every time when you see me, I’m pourin' up them 4's |
| Breathin' in that loud, and blow it out my nose |
| Sittin' next to me, guaranteed is ho’s |
| We all goin' ghost, movin' really slow |
| Every time when you see me, I’m pourin' up them 4's |
| Breathin' in that loud, and blow it out my nose |
| Sittin' next to me, guaranteed is ho’s |
| All goin' ghost, sippin' really slow |
| Spiked lean, I do the right thing |
| I got purple label in my white cup |
| And my red car, wit' my yellow broad |
| On my chrome 4's, and my white guts |
| Gone, full of green, so is my pockets |
| Ball like I hoop for the Houston Rockets |
| Otis Thorpe, I lean to dream |
| I’m comin' down, the king in my Houston Rocket |
| Time machine and it’s loud |
| a woman, pleadin' wit' the crowd |
| My cup double, smokin' on that Keysha |
| I’m catchin' y’all catchin' cabs |
| Me and Neako, serve no Cliquot |
| Fuck that if it’s not sauce or pico |
| We do it big, and y’all do it peephole |
| So when ya girl feed ya, that’s where my piece go |
| Big old necklace’s, I’m on that Texas shit |
| Y’all just practice drills, I’d done perfected it |
| I’m a perfectionist, always wreckin' shit |
| Proto-south flow, I spit fresh shit |
| Y’all just talk bread, I be collectin' it |
| Always on my grind, I got checks to get |
| Yellow and white stones make sure my necklace lit |
| Hottest rappers out, didn’t make the Freshman list |
| Not no freshman though, I am a veteran bro |
| Dropped up off one bitch, seein' who next to blow |
| Sittin' in first class, wit' you in the exit row |
| Get yourself haters, just open the exit door |
| Sittin' sideways, still tippin' |
| Jammin' screw and I’m still sippin' |
| Boy that Big Moe, got me leanin' |
| Eyes closed, now it got me dreamin' |
| Every time when you see me, I’m pourin' up them 4's |
| Breathin' in that loud, and blow it out my nose |
| Sittin' next to me, guaranteed is ho’s |
| We all goin' ghost, movin' really slow |
| Every time when you see me, I’m pourin' up them 4's |
| Breathin' in that loud, and blow it out my nose |
| Sittin' next to me, guaranteed is ho’s |
| All goin' ghost, sippin' really slow |