Testo SYRUP SIPPIN - Destroy Lonely
Testo della canzone SYRUP SIPPIN (Destroy Lonely), tratta dall'album BLAK AMERIKA Presents: LOVE LASTS FOREVER
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-Real nigga r-r-r-r-r-r-radio
You see, a lot of people, they say they don't understand these young niggas
But you gotta understand that life is a road with a lot of signs
And if you don't pay attention, sometimes you get lost forever
So I'm shoutin' out to all my old heads, man (huh)
All my niggas in the industry, when these young niggas step to you, my nigga
Give them the right answer, my nigga, the right direction
So they can further they career, and all you DJs play these young niggas shit
If the shit good, give them a chance, nigga
This is the fuckin' future, man
Whoo-whoo
Whoo-whoo (baby, yeah)
Whoo-whoo (Baby Money, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm back on that bullshit, yeah)
Whoo-whoo (yeah)
My bitch rockin' a black bandana (black ban-)
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta (yeah)
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras (yeah)
Got money, I look like a scammer (yeah)
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure (seizure)
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker (whoo-whoo)
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker (uh-huh)
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her (yeah)
Money (Baby)
Bitch wanna try a G6 (G6)
All of my hoes top ten (ten)
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist (that's sad)
Huh, check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled (spilled)
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick (I'm sick)
I need help, I can't even feel shit (I can't feel)
She like to geek like a nerd, she want cocaine, think she Scarface (yeah)
I've been gettin' way too high, got ash on my mink carpet (yeah)
I made the SRT, go skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, and now she car sick (skrrt-skrrt)
Baby Money, money live a rockstar life, I like to party (yeah, whoo-whoo, whoo-whoo)
I've got blood on my Timbs, I just brought your whole damn ATM (yeah)
I just made a hurricane in here, I should've caught this on film (yeah)
She wanna just fuck on me, she wanna go fuck on him (yeah)
I been livin' in luxury, got VVS' on all my limbs
My bitch rockin' a black bandana (whoo-whoo, black ban-)
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta (yeah)
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer (money)
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure (seizure)
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker (yeah)
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker (yeah)
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her (Baby Money)
Money (Baby Money, Baby Money)
Bitch wanna try a G6 (G6)
All of my hoes top ten (ten)
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist (yeah)
Huh, check my drip (drip)
I need a janitor, I just spilled (spilled)
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick (whoo-whoo)
I need help, I can't even feel shit (whoo-whoo), yeah
Baby Money (whoo-whoo)
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-Real nigga r-r-r-r-r-r-radio (whoo-whoo)
Whoo-whoo
(Whoo-whoo) blatt
Blatt
Or run out the way-
Where- where is the G6 at?
47 minutes for the 'shrooms?
-Time is the G6? What time is the G6?
The chocolate bar 'shrooms though, that what we was talking 'bout
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Wardell Jr Sandimanie, Thomas Brent Herrick, Orlean Plummer, Giuseppe Vasaturo, Cade Blodgett, Jalan Lowe, Marion Pfaff
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