Lirik Lagu Sippin' on Some Syrup - Project Pat, Three 6 Mafia, UGK - Three 6 Mafia
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 8x)
[Pimp C]I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a simpKeep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear BlimpWe eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoningFuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargainingYou say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shitYou got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kitTake that monkey shit off, you embarrassing usI got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tussHydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phoneThe '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chromeIf you got 16, you can get a biz-zerdI'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 itSome niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on itWe're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshitIf we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitchTwo niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the assAnd plus there's some type of niggaDick hard all night and she cool with thatShe popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juiceAnd just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super looseNiggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-gooseAll that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plusTuss and X is how its pronouncedNiggas 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 packsWoah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need thatNyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easyNothing like that yella yella that will have you itching manTalking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lameIn my days all we did was chief out on a quarter poundGone on coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit will knock you downKnock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheelsAin't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refillOnce again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drankHeard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint
[Bun B]Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young GuidoPaul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than PeditoWith my Three 6 nigga pouring up in my southern creedoQuick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John VitoCause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a ZangerYou ain't from the manger boy, but you gets the middle fingerCome bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally takeYour bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slangerWhen Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarmSexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palmAnd that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitchesSomething that's wholesome, Florida to FolsomAnd for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat til fade)
[Pimp C]I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a simpKeep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear BlimpWe eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoningFuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargainingYou say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shitYou got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kitTake that monkey shit off, you embarrassing usI got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tussHydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phoneThe '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chromeIf you got 16, you can get a biz-zerdI'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 itSome niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on itWe're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshitIf we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitchTwo niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the assAnd plus there's some type of niggaDick hard all night and she cool with thatShe popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juiceAnd just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super looseNiggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-gooseAll that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plusTuss and X is how its pronouncedNiggas 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 packsWoah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need thatNyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easyNothing like that yella yella that will have you itching manTalking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lameIn my days all we did was chief out on a quarter poundGone on coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit will knock you downKnock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheelsAin't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refillOnce again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drankHeard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint
[Bun B]Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young GuidoPaul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than PeditoWith my Three 6 nigga pouring up in my southern creedoQuick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John VitoCause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a ZangerYou ain't from the manger boy, but you gets the middle fingerCome bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally takeYour bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slangerWhen Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarmSexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palmAnd that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitchesSomething that's wholesome, Florida to FolsomAnd for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat til fade)
