Sippin' 40z

I had some 40's on my mind when I woke up this morning
I was sick of fancy drinks from the bitches I'd been boning
Wanted to get trashed, lay down and drink my stash
Get up and make a quick dash then bat my fucking eyelash
At the big nasty bottle of the shit I drink
You may call me a ghetto freak but I won't even blink
Don't even try to contain the 40z that I drain
I leave a malt liquor stain like a fucking freight train

Then I go to the high school, I go to the high school
To find me a bitch, a young virgin switch
I go to the high school, I go to the high school
I find a young gun, I drench him in cum
I go to the high school, I go to the high school
Make him kiss my gash, then I fuck his tight ass
I go to the high school, I go to the high school
If you make your momma cry I'll give you some of my St. Ide's

Sipping on some 40's what I learned in third grade
For me the drink was made and I won't ever trade
The taste of sweet malted sex on my pussy loving tongue
First time I drank it, it stung, and then some little bells rung
And I knew that I loved you, I knew that I loved you
Put nobody above you, rather sip you then get screwed
I knew you were something, had my little brain bumping
Instead of doing my man last night, it was you that I was humping

I go to the high school, I go to the high school
To find me a bitch, a young virgin switch
I go to the high school, I go to the high school
I find a young gun, I drench him in cum
I go to the high school, I go to the high school
Make him kiss my gash, then I fuck his tight ass
I go to the high school, I go to the high school
If you make your momma cry I'll give you some of my St. Ide's

Sipping 40's
Sipping 40's
Sipping 40's
Sipping 40's
Sipping 40's
Sipping 40's