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Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - Sippin` On Some Syrup

Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` on some, sip
[Repeat 8x]

[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 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

[DJ Paul]
Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it
Some niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked 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 bitch
Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass
And plus there`s some type of 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 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 X and that tootie fruit
40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
Tuss and X 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
[Repeat 4x]

[Juicy J]
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 fucking faint

[Bun B]
Nigga 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 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
Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take
Your bitch to the Telly 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
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
[Repeat til fade]

 

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