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sippin - high class music group lyrics

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[hook: beatnet]

til six in the morning i’m sippin’
sippin'(4x)

all these n-ggas mad man we ain’t even trippin’
trippin’ (4x)

don’t leave your girl round me cuz i’m grippin’
grippin’ (4x)

you can bust it open as long you know i ain’t trippin;
tippin’ (4x)

everything high cl-ss you ain’t sitting where i’m sitting!

[verse 1: branden vader]

two cups, i’m f-cked up
what up bob & molly don’t take too much
o you the type that really don’t say too much?
shots to the head whole place screwed up

and you know i don’t play too much
cup on the rocks jeep wranglers
na, really what you sippin’?
i’m tryna feel you out and i ain’t talkin bout prescriptions

you don’t need two chains to make you different
lets cut the bullsh-t and jump straight to the trimming
i’m from that three three and i ain’t talkin’ bout that pippen
cup to the rim so we call it blake griffin

then we then we bang that sh-t
ark on the beat n-gga bang that sh-t
flow so nanas can’t tame that sh-t
this that three k can’t hang like this

[hook]

[verse 2: beatnet]

i’m catchin’ my wobble of this bottle (ay)
all these girls at my table lookin’ like models (ay)
they catching feelings i’m illin i’m on the ceiling
if they on it i’m k!lling we blow buldings

too many shots to the dome f-ck it i ain’t driving home
can’t find my phone, i’m in another zone
time of my life, swisher full of flight
if she ain’t putting out that’s the sh-t i don’t like!

you can’t tell me a d-mn thang i’m doin me
and my shoes is worth more than your jewlery
we ain’t even worried bout your tom foolery
cuz my cl-ss is too high you can’t sit with me

we getting breaded i said it get on my echelon
you can’t chief what i’m chiefin’ man this the best we on
get your progression on run it like marathons
you can tell we on

[hook]

[verse 3: michael donatello]

sh-t, hold up! did someone say party?!
i’m ready to get white boy wasted, gnarly!!
all about me myself and i no carly
you can find me kickin’ in the hills chris farley

baby pop a pill, i can show you how it feel
i love it even if its fake, i’m just trynna keep it real
if that ain’t right baby, you can prove me wrong
meanwhile i’m on my boss sh-t, call that corleone

its high cl-ss, what up! green got us stuck up
you know that money talks, so you hatin n-ggas shutup
we ain’t goin in man, we goin insanee
cup after cup, and they all do the same

what i like? a lot mo, bounce it like a 6 fo
on these tracks i be comin off like a stripshow
not a juvenile, lemme see that slow motion
f-ck makin it clap make that thing cause a commotion

[hook]

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