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 dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp
I got iodine poisoning
Punk niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining
You say that you a boss
I ain t believing that shit
You got a funny Geneva evil 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
niggas all at the ass
And plus there s some type of niggas 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
Niggas 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 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
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 fucking 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 niggas 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 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) |
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