Lyrics:
sippin' on some floor cleaner
Ale as pale as my skin
I think I need more reefer
I'm not from this planet
Take me straight to your leader
Or pour me up
Not
now im sleepy
And what im sippin on purple like a genie
You hit the store and walk straight to the cheapest
I hit the party walk out wit some divas
My
a bad bitch from out the hood
Say fuck them lashes, come get this purse
I ain't duckin' pressure, I want me some work
Smokin' on purp, ain't sippin
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new
bigger)
Tryna sscore for two but they hit for four
Fuck one of the main niggas (main niggas)
Or I just call lil' Mo, put some chains on your brain, nigga
mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin' like White Castle or the Donna
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in
the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only s*** poppin like White Castle or the Donna
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in
It's Whateva Wit Us
Three 6 Mafia f/ Youngbloodz, Ying Yang Twins
Chorus DJ Paul
What you bitches wanna do ('cause it's whateva wit us)
What you
wrote that track last night
That's right
If me and that nigga battle it'll be his very last fight
Ate him up down to the last bite, with maple syrup
and my girl trippin'
Quit the pill poppin' and the syrup sippin' (damn)
Fuck it, I took some L's (well)
But losin' yourself is the worst mixture (woo)
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit
[DJ Paul]
I'm from that Memphis 10 Bitch
Who gives a fuck
For the second time in the lives of most of us
We are
At war
I'm feeling like three 6 Mafia
The money stay on top of ya
Sipping on some syrup
Mike
a chicken cutlet (Ayy)
And that bitch give me brain
Some damn gullet (Uh, huh)
Bitch, I post on the block, Luis Scola
(Swish)
Pour a pint of the Tris, in
nothin' much to say (DJ Holiday)
You know (I really hope y'all niggas payin' attention, man)
They know what the fuck it is, So Icey in the motherfuckin'
as an MC
Had some Little Brothers
Named Baby and Wayne they
Boosie
add
Flip
Xan
Pump
Peep and
Zane
Uzi Vert
Dicky
Durk
Yachty
Shawn
Jon sippin' Krondon
And party on down to this DJ Quik beat
The beat that gets you up and
Gets you outta your seat
Flip your BET on kick back
And get your 'G' on
We on some west
niggas say: "Are y'all some d-boys?"
Nigga, we d-boys, we weed-boys, pill-boys, syrup-boys
Whatever it take to get the money, ya no what I mean?
the pace
Here's the step, go find some space
And what we gonna do is in unison, kick!
Shake your head, you're influenced with music
By now you're
shit
Calpol Sippers 2023
Yeah
Produced by Hallowpoint (H-H-Hallowpoint)
We got Hallow on the beat
We got Hallow on some songs
Acid Souljah's on this one
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
the cable
You hang from the building
I'm loving the way that I'm feeling
Sippin' syrup
Color purple like Celie
Pull up and this shit can get tricky
Bow
Hello
I just wanna smash his face call that shit horrible
My heart is injury her pussy ecstacy
Nessy and some perky that shit remedy
Sippin on syrup
was
Hangin' round Temple that's the 3rd
Ttdafool had bars and words
Smokin' on j's high as a bird
Sippin' on brew and not on syrup
We hittin' the stud
.jpg/300px-Inverted_sugar_syrup_(Trimoline).jpg "Syrup")
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