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It's What - Sippin' This Tea (feat. Beom. & Chaboichimps) Lyrics



It's What - Sippin' This Tea (feat. Beom. & Chaboichimps) Lyrics




Aye man
All you fools talkin' shit boy

Nah
Shut yo ass up

You a lil bitch talkin' shit tho uh
You ain't know which way the wind blow yuh
I just read books on my kindle yuh
Not really
Shits kinda silly
Diamonds on my neck they chilly yuh
No, I don't actually got a kindle though for real

I just pop an addy I'm a renovator
You sound goofy voice, Darth Vader
I don't give a f*ck bout no haters
All you fools some pretenders
You don't wanna hear that click clack boom
Cause if you do, be the noise of my broom
Which can then you meet your doom
Flip your life around like reflection of a spoon

Aye yuh
Just scored now I'm in the endzone
Rock a new fit like Kenzo, uh
I ain't even trappin' out no bando
But my boys pull up like Rambo
Give me that shit like Carmelo Anthony
Tryna whip a mother-f*ckin' Lambo
Tryna whip a mother-f*ckin' Lambo

Coming at you right quick
Pop another f*ckin clip
That means I got a new drum ye
Two plus two is dumb ye
I don't know you, you a scrum ye
My boy middle name Beom ye
He keep the bitches hella crunk aye
Talking yo shi, put in trunk wei
Talking yo shi, put in trunk wei

Uh
Talking hella loud
You a voice in the crowd, you a pussy cat
No cap

You sneak around like a lil f*cking rat
I f*ck your bitch made that ass hella fat
Yo girl keep callin' me come back
Yo girl keep callin' me come back

Whole lotta ganja ticket to Espana
Met a girl Hannah no propaganda
Feelin nostalgia, Hannah Montana
Out in Havana, all extravaganza
Smokin' that cannabis
Now I'm trynna roll mah spliff
She so infatuated
By my handsomeness

God damn she so lovely be my honey
I'm so lucky please no chubby
Shoutout Corto, this shit funny
Got somebody, yuh

I got cash in hand
Still stuntin' Timberland
Big mon ting a who you mon

Sippin this tea all for free
Girl you know this shit lowkey
Got Hennessy, let's get leet
You and I in the mezzanine

Shit gettin' foggy, jumpin' like froggies
Surfin' in Bali, poppin' that molly
Thinkin' bout her, grinnin' at her
Swingin' at her, slingin' at her
Spinnin' with her, pickin' with her
Pimpin' without her, yuh, mmh
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Aye man
All you fools talkin' shit boy

Nah
Shut yo ass up

You a lil bitch talkin' shit tho uh
You ain't know which way the wind blow yuh
I just read books on my kindle yuh
Not really
Shits kinda silly
Diamonds on my neck they chilly yuh
No, I don't actually got a kindle though for real

I just pop an addy I'm a renovator
You sound goofy voice, Darth Vader
I don't give a f*ck bout no haters
All you fools some pretenders
You don't wanna hear that click clack boom
Cause if you do, be the noise of my broom
Which can then you meet your doom
Flip your life around like reflection of a spoon

Aye yuh
Just scored now I'm in the endzone
Rock a new fit like Kenzo, uh
I ain't even trappin' out no bando
But my boys pull up like Rambo
Give me that shit like Carmelo Anthony
Tryna whip a mother-f*ckin' Lambo
Tryna whip a mother-f*ckin' Lambo

Coming at you right quick
Pop another f*ckin clip
That means I got a new drum ye
Two plus two is dumb ye
I don't know you, you a scrum ye
My boy middle name Beom ye
He keep the bitches hella crunk aye
Talking yo shi, put in trunk wei
Talking yo shi, put in trunk wei

Uh
Talking hella loud
You a voice in the crowd, you a pussy cat
No cap

You sneak around like a lil f*cking rat
I f*ck your bitch made that ass hella fat
Yo girl keep callin' me come back
Yo girl keep callin' me come back

Whole lotta ganja ticket to Espana
Met a girl Hannah no propaganda
Feelin nostalgia, Hannah Montana
Out in Havana, all extravaganza
Smokin' that cannabis
Now I'm trynna roll mah spliff
She so infatuated
By my handsomeness

God damn she so lovely be my honey
I'm so lucky please no chubby
Shoutout Corto, this shit funny
Got somebody, yuh

I got cash in hand
Still stuntin' Timberland
Big mon ting a who you mon

Sippin this tea all for free
Girl you know this shit lowkey
Got Hennessy, let's get leet
You and I in the mezzanine

Shit gettin' foggy, jumpin' like froggies
Surfin' in Bali, poppin' that molly
Thinkin' bout her, grinnin' at her
Swingin' at her, slingin' at her
Spinnin' with her, pickin' with her
Pimpin' without her, yuh, mmh
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Writer: Austin Lee, Henry Dean
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