SIPPIN SPRINGWATER

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Get to the racks and I'm up in a rush
Give her the and she all in her what?
Sippin  Springwater up out of my cup
Runnin' up bands, I ain't poppin' no drugs
Walkin' this bitch with my strap in the club
Can't leave without it, that shit is a must
Keep it low-key and I post in the cut
Pipe with a screw-on and it talk with a hush

She want a title, she fallin' in lust
Ratchet and classy, she right on the cusp
Ain't from Milwaukee, but all about bucks
Spendin' the bag, and we givin no fucks
Whip it and ship it, I hid it and packaged
I sealed it in plastic, I'm Merlin with magic
I'm on the move', its a get and go grab it
Mac with that cheese and I'm snatchin' my cabbage
Runnin' the numbers, I turn to a addict
Hid all them bands right inside of my mattress
Duck confit inside of my salad
Sippin' some spirits up out of my chalice

Get to the racks and I'm up in a rush
Give her the and she all in her what?
Sippin  Springwater up out of my cup
Runnin' up bands, I ain't poppin' no drugs
Walkin' this bitch with my strap in the club
Can't leave without it, that shit is a must
Keep it low-key and I post in the cut
Pipe with a screw-on and it talk with a hush

Too hot to handle, exotic my mantle
I'm creepin' in camo, One deep like im Rambo
Freak little foreign, got humps like a camel
She done walked through in Dubai in them sandals
I take them risks and she down for the gamble
I supply hollow tips, up in her ammo
She light the flame right on top of my candle
She put the fabrics inside of my panels
Silverback Gullah, you know I'm a mammal
Take off my shirt and she locked in my channel
Swimmin' in racks, she get lots i get ample
Don't bust out that bag, I don't give out no sample
Them plays Im finessin' it's fourth in the scrimmage
A 8 on the side, bitch, my money infinite
A dog off the leash, I'm a savage, not timid
I'm a Cowboy with stars, bitch, I feel like Emmitt
My Genkai, don't know it, can't figure my limits
I float to the sky and I kiss it like Hendrix
Go Bluto his pack and I took all the Spinach
I hop on that stove and I turn to a chemist
Still pulling them loads, yeah I'm Thomas the Engine
We ran that shit up, now the whole city winnin
I knock it up out at the park every inning
I don't murder the price and I'm makin' a killin

Get to the racks and I'm up in a rush
Give her the and she all in her what?
Sippin  Springwater up out of my cup
Runnin' up bands, I ain't poppin' no drugs
Walkin' this bitch with my strap in the club
Can't leave without it, that shit is a must
Keep it low-key and I post in the cut
Pipe with a screw-on and it talk with a hush

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