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Артист: 3-6 MafiaНазвание : Sippin` On Some SyrupДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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[Pimp C] 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 Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pidgeoning 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 web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs Hyper called on, on the hands-free phone The `84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chrome If you got 16, you can get a biz-erp I`m choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp [DJ Paul] Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it Some niggas they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on it Well we`re the Mafia 6, and we ain`t bout that bullshit If we gon` get high we gon` get high, and we gon` haves a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus there`s some happy nigga Dick hard all night and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit 40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus The next is how its no ounce niggas Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I`m bout all out Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` on some, sip (Repeat 4x) [Juicy J] People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that" Rolling on them X pills, scurry 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 dank Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I`m gonna fucking faint [Bun B] Let me continue what you know, I bring Nito and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito With my Three 6 nigga 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 Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take Your bitch to the Tilly and be a dick and cum slanger When Big Bun come danger, nigga 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 Some the hoes, I`m Florida the foes And for the most I`m steady sippin` on some Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` on some, sip (Repeat til fade) | Похожие исполнители:
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