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Sip Slow (Kevin Gates) Video (MV)




Performed By: 23 Vintage
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Shaquille Hurd




23 Vintage - Sip Slow (Kevin Gates) Lyrics
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Watch a real nigga eat the beat, and then he talk about the shit when the shit record
Brunch Klub music
Bitch, I got no time, I gotta get this bread
Three hoes feel like Santa, nigga, give me my sled
I get the pot hot like I'm cookin' a egg
Jump in that head first like I'm missin' a leg
New Orleans nigga, got my finger on the trigger
Posted in the hood, got a 40 and a Swisher
Posted in the hood, feds watchin', take a picture
If you tryin' to jack somethin', boy, we know we gotta get ya
Bitch, I'm the truth, wild out in the boot
Shout out to my uncle, got me f*ckin' with the goose
Shout out to my bitch, if I'm sick, get me soup
Stop f*ckin' with 2K, I ain't tryin' to get snoop
Heard your new shit, we ain't f*ckin' with you
Gotta do my own thing, do what I gotta do
White keys, open doors, well, bitch, I need two
I need that coupe, I don't need no roof
Love that mud, man, I need that juice
Your bitch ain't safe, your best friend ain't too
I got a lot of problems, I ain't focused on you
She f*ckin' with the crew, but that ain't nothin' new
She f*ckin' with the crew, but that's all that she do
Gotta keep to myself, cause these niggas so foo
Pull up 38, like Jordan with the flu
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, like I came out the zoo
My girl, she a fan, so we f*cked to that new
Had to tell her that these niggas can't f*ck with me
Cop a pistol, so I know she gon' bust for me
On that Kevin shit, kickin' bitches, no touchin' me
In the purgatory every time that she suckin' me
Cop a pistol, so I know she gon' bust for me
On that Kevin shit, kickin' bitches, no touchin' me
In the purgatory every time that she suckin' me
Gang
Bitch, you know this nigga loud
She go to the gang
She go to the gang
She go to the gang
She got the 25 stacks, at the bar
Ice on my wrist
Step into this building, get your brand in here
Whiz, bitch
Back up in my shed, the brains blowin' out
King of all the ride-highs
Lay it high
I'm talkin' like it's just a start
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Watch a real nigga eat the beat, and then he talk about the shit when the shit record
Brunch Klub music
Bitch, I got no time, I gotta get this bread
Three hoes feel like Santa, nigga, give me my sled
I get the pot hot like I'm cookin' a egg
Jump in that head first like I'm missin' a leg
New Orleans nigga, got my finger on the trigger
Posted in the hood, got a 40 and a Swisher
Posted in the hood, feds watchin', take a picture
If you tryin' to jack somethin', boy, we know we gotta get ya
Bitch, I'm the truth, wild out in the boot
Shout out to my uncle, got me f*ckin' with the goose
Shout out to my bitch, if I'm sick, get me soup
Stop f*ckin' with 2K, I ain't tryin' to get snoop
Heard your new shit, we ain't f*ckin' with you
Gotta do my own thing, do what I gotta do
White keys, open doors, well, bitch, I need two
I need that coupe, I don't need no roof
Love that mud, man, I need that juice
Your bitch ain't safe, your best friend ain't too
I got a lot of problems, I ain't focused on you
She f*ckin' with the crew, but that ain't nothin' new
She f*ckin' with the crew, but that's all that she do
Gotta keep to myself, cause these niggas so foo
Pull up 38, like Jordan with the flu
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, like I came out the zoo
My girl, she a fan, so we f*cked to that new
Had to tell her that these niggas can't f*ck with me
Cop a pistol, so I know she gon' bust for me
On that Kevin shit, kickin' bitches, no touchin' me
In the purgatory every time that she suckin' me
Cop a pistol, so I know she gon' bust for me
On that Kevin shit, kickin' bitches, no touchin' me
In the purgatory every time that she suckin' me
Gang
Bitch, you know this nigga loud
She go to the gang
She go to the gang
She go to the gang
She got the 25 stacks, at the bar
Ice on my wrist
Step into this building, get your brand in here
Whiz, bitch
Back up in my shed, the brains blowin' out
King of all the ride-highs
Lay it high
I'm talkin' like it's just a start
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Writer: Shaquille Hurd
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