i had some 40z on my mind when i woke up this mornin`
i was sick of fancy drinks from the bitches i`d been bonin`
wanted to get trashed, lay down and drink my stash
get up and make a quick dash then bat my fuckin` 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
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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
sippin` on some 40z 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 lovin` 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 somethin`, had my little brain bumpin`
`stead of doin` my man last night, it was you that i was humpin` Send " Sippin 40z" Ringtone to your Cell