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Sippin N Leanin
By: B-Futuristic & tAllent

Chorus 

Got the Candy paint drippin
Candy flippin N my visions twisted
Take another swig
Yeah im sippin

with rhymes due to anxiety.
I keep the ball the rollin like Im headed downhill.
And if I am so what I like it down here.
Don’t you dare get to my level

eyes so starry
White boy where are we
Next step was skert skert
Step2 was her skirt
No bed frame so we skipped the er er
Just twerky twerk twerk
Then i

[Verse 1]

(cw shit)

Flow Colder than Michigan 

Keep it rollin like Michelin 

I been folding my dividends Up

Living it up

Givin' a fuck

Bout

as the time goin' by things are changing
Automation, would you break it

for rollin up them trees you couldn’t fit a couple bands in them jeans we got the gov tryna fuck up the scene but we catch another beat then proceed

rollin around with a pack and my dawg
Me and my niggas be ready to run with these sticks long as fuck as my log (prawh)
Slangin on swaggin, on backends

When i drop take me back to evergreen, 
Put me 6 feet by the cherry tree

Eyes are rollin head is swollen, 
Think i need an ibuprofen, xanax bar

[Verse 1]
Synchronicities are puttin' me at ease, spooky action droppin' a barrage of threes
I'm witnessin' an abundance of universal pleas, and I'm

me voy pa' París
Hittin' like an aimbot all ma shots are free, ey
Desde siempre artista con el humo hago tricks

Voy a la street llamo la atención
Me

have none
Newbies in the talent pool, floating over bodies
Of niggas who embody this shit. Cuz you rap about Bugatti’s
You ain’t rappers. You are

Choppin
Chores: Rollin up choppin choppin, cuz there givin me no option option, ain’t no stoppin stoppin, words are like birds when they flockin

the speakers bang bang
Rollin' with my brother, 2pacalypse replays
Little yougin' seeking why he pour a little liquor
Live a little life and literally I get it

key, look at me and you’ll see that I ain’t an OG
But I’m still the mother fucking K. I. D. emcee
Coming in so quick they calling me P. R. E.

Rollin

Written by: James Ray, Miguel Cordova

Look what walked in she's fine and flossy
She's such a flirtatious dime piece
Baby smooth skin
She got body

care about where we gonna go
It's always a party time you know
So live your life
Go make some friends
Let's all hang out
Be back by ten
I love having fun

me long to smoke a whole 3.5
Took a Look to my left, look to my right
That’s my bro, that’s my bro
Both are by my side

If I see the PO
I can’t stop I

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't

In school
Sittin wit a jug 
Bumpin to the beat 

Aye 

Like we listen to the rules 
But we rollin sum bud 

It’s like. 

 I feel this all time 

I

spliff like an envelope
And while we're dipping getting sauced like an artichoke
Rollin through the hood of Oakland like some okie dokies
Huffing

at me you can see nothin changed
Spazzin on tracks and I'm tokin the planes
Rollin exotic and talkin the pain
Know that I'm livin it
I'm on some different

live truth/
Break them down and what u see
I impersonations and spoofs//
I get on the mic and let loose
I'm like Pac wit my juice /
Picture me Rollin
I

do it often
Y'all are Jokers
Y'all from Gotham

I got murder on my mind
So please don’t play dat shit
I go through it all the time
So please don’t play

Telegu (translate):
This life is not easy 
Your accomplishments will be slandered by fools 
They will speak ill on your name 
But no matter what,