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Title: Sippin' 40z Album: Menz Artist: Gravy Train Lyrics: 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 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'  |