| Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four fours
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| Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four fours
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| Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four fours
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| Pimping four hoes and I’m packing four fours
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| Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
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| It’s that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick
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| Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I’m flipping
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| Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping
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| Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four fours
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| Pimping four hoes and I’m packing four fours
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| Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo
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| Five percent tint so you can’t see up in my window
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| These niggas don’t understand cuz I’m Boss Hogg on candy
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| Top down at Maxi’s wit a big Glock nine handy
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| Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress
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| Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness
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| Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
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| When I’m riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade
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| I got it made the big boss of the north
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| Ain’t **** changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!)
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| Four Fours I’m tippin'
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| Wood grain I’m gripping
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| Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
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| Turn your neck and your dame missing
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| Me and Slim we ain’t tripping I’m finger flipping and syrup sipping
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| Like do or die I’m pour pimping Car stop rims keep spinning
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| I’m flipping drop with invisible tops
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| Hoes bop when my drop step out
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| I’m shaking the block with four eighteens'
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| Candy green with eleven screens
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| My gasoline always supreme
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| Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
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| It takes grinding to be a king
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| It takes grinding to be a kin
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| First Round Draft coming
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| Who is Mike Jones coming
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| Slab shining with the grill and woman
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| Slab shining with the grill and woman
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| I’m Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can’t clone me
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| Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony
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| Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me
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| Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me
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| Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me
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| (I Said!) Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me
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| What it do it’s Paul Wall I’m the people’s champ
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| My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I’m back with the camp
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| I’m crawling similar to a ant cuz I’m low to the earth
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| People’s feelings get hurt when they figure out what I’m worth
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| I got eighty fours poking out at the club I’m showing out
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| I’m a player ain’t no doubt hoes want to know what I’m bout
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| Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain
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| Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes
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| Switched the name It’s still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast
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| Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash
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| Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top
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| G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop
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| I got the internet going nuts
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| But T. Farris got my back so now I’m holding my nuts
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| It’s Paul Wall baby what you know bout me
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| I’m on that five nine south lead baby holla at me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Tippin’ , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Throwback Thugga Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп