Three 6 Mafia - Sippin` On Some Syrup Lyrics:
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` sippin on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` sippin on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` sippin on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` sippin on some, sip

Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` sippin on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` sippin on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` sippin on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` sippin on some, sip

I`m trill working the wheel, a pimp not a pimp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
F**k ni**as make me sick with all that pinchin` and bargaining

You say that you a boss, I ain`t believing that s**t
You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey s**t 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

Ni**as scared to flaunt it, some ni**as they want it, want it
Some ni**as they joan it joan it, but I be f**ked up, up on it
We`re with the Mafia 6 and we ain`t `bout that bulls**t
If we gon` get high we gon` get high and we gon` house a bitch

Two ni**as all at the mouth, two ni**as all at the ass
And plus there`s some type of ni**a
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
Ni**as 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 it`s pronounced
Ni**as sipping and dipping and tripping, man I`m `bout all out

Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` on some, sip

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 s**t 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 f**king faint

Ni**a 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 ni**a 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 get the middle finger
Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take
Your bitch to the Telly and be a dick and c** slanger
When Big Bun come danger, ni**a ring your alarm

Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy s**t, 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
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` on some, sip
Sippin` on some siz-erp, sip, sippin` on some, sip
...

2021 WorldOfMusic.mobi