Sippin On Some Syrup - Explicit

Song Sippin On Some Syrup - Explicit
Artist YoungStar
Album Most Known Hits

Lyrics

f/ U.G.K.
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 8x)
[Pimp C]
For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp
Keep the **** fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
Punk *******s make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that *******t
You got a funny Geneva evil watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey *******t 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]
*******s scared to flaunt it, some *******s they want it want it
Some *******s they join it joint it, but I be ****** up up on it
Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bull*******t
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a *******
Two *******s all at the mouth, *******s all at the ass
And plus there's some type of *******s that
Caught all night and she cool with that
She popped off a pill of X, and drank off some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super loose
*******s come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-goose
All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that X and the tootie fruit
40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
The next is how its no ounce *******s
*******s 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 ****** at, ain't like that we need that
Night crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easy
Nothing like that yella yella better hey you're itching man
Talking like you 'What's up, fool?' Vocal chords sounding lame
In my days all we did was G-fight on the quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you down
Now you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat field
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dank
Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna ******g faint
[Bun B]
Let me continue what you know, I bring Nito and Young Guido
Hauling Vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?Bedito?
With my Three 6 *******s hoeing 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 major boy, but you gets the middle finger
Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take
Your ******* to the Tilly and be a ******* and cum slanger
When Big Bun come danger, ******* ring your alarm
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy *******t, I'm tripping on some skinny *******
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)