Dip and Turn lyrics

[Hook - 4x]
Swung then I swerve, dip as I turn
Pop my-pop my sip, and I burn

[Mr. Marcelo]
Slab I be dipping, lane to lane switching
Candy paint dripping, while I'm wood grain gripping
I sco' it up in H-Town, cook it in the kitchen
And drop it on the Northside, right there by my n*ggas
Now I'm on the Southside, where they make it pop
Bumping my n*gga Z-Ro, Screwed Up and Chopped
Puffing on purple, sipping on purple
84 cannon lil' daddy, it's purple
I don't just talk, homie I live it
No bullsh*t n*gga, this is square business
Yeah I swang, and I swerve
And I dip and I sip, and I never hit the curb

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[Z-Ro]
I represent the legendary, Screwed Up Click
f*ck a girlfriend, I'm in a relationship with my blued up b*tch
I bought her some chrome shoes to roll on, plus a wood grain wheel I hold on
And the stash spot got protection, plus the presidential kush I blow on
Lamborgini do's they open and close, while giving these haters hell
Drinking a pint of codeine, showing off my TV screens with Dave Chappelle
Got the big grill with my name in it, in candy blue letters
Checking ass n*ggas come and get it, the 3-57 will damage you fella
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[Louie the 14th]
Suicide doors, with the guts cleaned out
Motorola chirping, must mean the fiends out
Blowing on purp', sipping on lean
Money over b*tches n*gga, get the getty-green
Butterfly doors, on a European whip
In the dope spot, with a European chick
Chopping on blades, bumping Young Pimp
Gripping wood grain, in a candy apple hemp
Rolling on swangas, finger on the trigger
Really ain't tripping on, snitching ass n*ggas
Billy goat grilling, leather all in it
Roof invisible, with the twelve inch vision

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