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Paul Wall

Still Sippin

 

Still Sippin

(album: Hall Of Fame Hustler - 2021)


Phone on a hunnid percent just like me
Going live in real life, not just IG
My bank balance well balanced gotta match my G
I got that flawless honeycomb drip set on my teeth
See, I'm a backstreet rider, I'm a slow-paced driver
Yeah, I'm crawling on spiders, but I'll still race you for the title
You gon' go broke staying idle, that's why I stay on go
I'm focused on my net income, I stay on goal
I'm in that drop sitting low, I sip that wock by the boat
My paint drip out on the floor
Ice in my mouth ten below, yo
What you know about coming down with the trunk in the air?
Chunking deuces up as onlookers stare, a true player

They know that rich glimmering fresh and them hoes staring
Catching flights, shooting spiders in the red baron
Twenty one Mclaren, it's just me and Sharon
Real clean in that new Celine, that's what I'm wearing
This microphone pays in a lot of ways
Yes I'm catching plays, having slab holidays
Whatcha know about it?
Never go without it
They steady checking for the bag 'cause they know I got it
Flexing daily, nothing free, yeah, make 'em pay me
L Dog, chrome 'Lac, reef without the lady
Yes, I'm sliding live, riding five-oh tires
And when they see me in the streets, they catch a whole vibe

It's the S vibes, hunnid plus when I slide
Step outside, don't know which one I'ma drive
Look at my phone, don't know which chick I'ma pick
It's sugar daddy shit, which one of y'all tryna get rich?
Pull out the Caddy, 'cause it's sunny, dripping on a Sunday
Thank you, God, me and my bros still getting this money
Me and Paul used to crawl down them C walls
Me and the Don having fun overseas, y'all
OG's ball hard like the pros
Been about twenty years, we still tipping on the fours
Keeping haters mouth closed, still staying on our toes
Went from rolling slabs to rollin Rolls, bitch, I'm still throwed, thugger

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