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Sippin On Some Syrup

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Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

I'm trill working the wheel a pimp not a simp

Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp

We eat so many shrimp I got iodine poisoning

F**k niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining

You say that you a boss I ain't believing that shit

You got the funny Geneva watch with the Ferrari kit

Take that monkey shit off you embarrassing us

I got the wet promenthazine thick orange and yellow tuss

Hydrocor-zone on the hands-free phone

The '84 zone on them blades 20-inch chrome

If you got 16 you can get a biz-zerd

I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp

Niggas scared to flaunt it some niggas they want it want it

Some niggas they joan it joan it but I be f**ked up up on it

We're with the Mafia 6 and we ain't bout that bullshit

If we gon' get high we gon' get high and we gon' house a b***h

Two niggas all at the mouth two niggas all at the ass

And plus there's some type of n***a

d**k hard all night and she cool with that

She popped her a pill of and drank on some orange juice

And just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super loose

Niggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-goose

All that want it can bone it she on that and that tootie fruit

40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus

Tuss and is how its pronounced

Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping man I'm bout all out

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

People always asking me "Me the Three 6 high on that"

Rolling on them X pills stuttering pup-pup powder packs

Woah-wuh where the weed at ain't like that we need that

Nyquil will slow me down something that keep me easy

Nothing like that yella yella that will have you itching man

Talking like you "What's up fool " Vocal chords sounding lame

In my days all we did was chief out on a quarter pound

Gone on coke eyes are bucked this here shit will knock you down

Knock you out make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels

Ain't no doubt hit me when I beep for this refill

Once again on my wicked high gotta have that drank

Heard my name Gino I feel like I'm gonna f**king faint

n***a tell me what you know bout Frank Nito and Young Guido

Paul and Vito we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito

With my Three 6 n***a pouring up in my southern creedo

Quick fast we'll put it on your ass like John Vito

Cause you fronting rap sanger be creamy like a Zanger

You ain't from the manger boy but you gets the middle finger

Come bang her rum dranker occaisionally take

Your b***h to the Telly and be a d**k and cum slanger

When Big Bun come danger n***a ring your alarm

Sexy thang on my arm cup of drank in my palm

And that crazy shit I'm tripping on some skinny bitches

Something that's wholesome Florida to Folsom

And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp sip sippin' on some sip

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