Sippin` On Some Syrup Lyrics

Sippin` On Some Syrup lyrics

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 8x)

Pimp
C-
For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a fimp
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)