ฟังเพลงSYRUP SIPPIN (Explicit)

SYRUP SIPPIN (Explicit) - Destroy Lonely

Lyrics by：Bobby Sandimanie/Cade Phillip Blodgett/Marian Pfaff/Giuseppe Vasaturo/Thomas Herrick/Jalan Lowe

Composed by：Bobby Sandimanie/Cade Phillip Blodgett/Marian Pfaff/Giuseppe Vasaturo/Thomas Herrick/Jalan Lowe

Produced by：Lil 88/Cade/T99/WASA/TOOM

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 n***as

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 n***as in the industry when these young n***as step to you my nigga

Give 'em the right answer my nigga the right direction nigga

So they can further they career

And all you DJs play these young n***as ****

And if the **** good give them a chance nigga

This is the ******* future man

Woo-woo

Baby money

Woo-woo

Baby money know what I'm sayin' On that ********

My ***** rockin' a black bandana

Black ban

I'm jumpin' out of еast Atlanta

Pop my **** don't need no cameras

Yeah

Got money I look likе a scammer

Yeah

My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure

Seizure

Everybody must think I'm a tweaker

My weed blowin' strong like a speaker

I'm rich I leave her it's cheaper to keep her

Money

***** wanna try a G6 G6

All of my h*es top ten ten

Slam dunk your ***** no assist

Yeah

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 ****

Can't feel it

She like to geek like a nerd

She want c*****e think she Scarface

I been geekin' way too hard go ash on my mink carpet

I'm in the SRT go skrt-skrt-skrt and now she cursin'

Baby Money Money really rockstar life I like to party

Woo-woo

I got blood on my Timbs I just brought your hoe to the ATM

I just made a hurricane in here I shoulda copped this on film

She wanna just **** on me she wanna go **** on him

I been livin' in luxury got VVS's on all my limbs

Yeah

My ***** rockin' a black bandana

Woo-woo

I'm jumpin' out of east Atlanta

Pop my **** don't need no cameras

Got money I look like a scammer

My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure

Ah

Everybody must think I'm a tweaker

My weed blowin' strong like a speaker

I'm rich I leave her it's cheaper to keep her

Money Baby Money

***** wanna try a G6 G6

All of my h*es top ten

Slam dunk your ***** no assist

Yeah

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 ****

Can't feel it

Baby money

R-R-R-R-R-R-R-Real nigga r-r-r-r-r-r-radio

Or run out the way where is the G6 at

Forty-seven minutes for the shrooms

Time is the G6 What time is the G6

The chocolate bar shrooms though

'Cause that's what he was talkin' 'bout