SYRUP SIPPIN

Destroy Lonely

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    R-R-R-R-R-R-R-Real nigga r-r-r-r-r-r-radio
    You see a lot of people
    They say they don't understand these young niggas
    But you gotta understand that life is a road with a lot of signs
    And if you don't pay attention, sometimes, you get lost forever
    So I'm shoutin' out to all my old heads, man, huh
    All my niggas in the industry, when these young niggas step to you, my nigga
    Give 'em the right answer, my nigga, the right direction, nigga
    So they can further they career
    And all you DJs, play these young niggas shit
    And if the shit good, give them a chance, nigga
    This is the fuckin' future, man
    Woo-woo (Baby Money)
    Woo-woo (Yeah)
    Woo-woo (Baby Money, know what I'm sayin'? On that bullshit)
    Woo-woo

    My bitch rockin' a black bandana (Black ban—)
    I'm jumpin' out of east Atlanta
    Pop my shit, don't need no cameras (Yeah)
    Got money, I look like a scammer (Yeah)
    My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure (Seizure)
    Everybody must think I'm a tweaker (Woo-woo)
    My weed blowin' strong like a speaker (Woo-woo)
    I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
    Money (Baby Money)
    Bitch wanna try a G6 (G6)
    All of my hoes top ten (Ten)
    Slam dunk your bitch, no assist (Yeah)
    Huh, check my drip
    I need a janitor, I just spilled (Spilled)
    I do syrup sippin', I'm sick (I'm sick)
    I need help, I can't even feel shit (Can't feel it)

    She like to geek like a nerd
    She want cocaine, think she Scarface
    I been geekin' way too hard, go ash on my mink carpet
    I'm in the SRT, go skrt-skrt-skrt, and now she cursin'
    Baby Money, Money really rockstar life, I like to party (Woo-woo)
    I got blood on my Timbs, I just brought your hoe to the ATM
    I just made a hurricane in here, I shoulda copped this on film
    She wanna just fuck on me, she wanna go fuck on him
    I been livin' in luxury, got VVS's on all my limbs (Yeah)

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    My bitch rockin' a black bandana (Woo-woo)
    I'm jumpin' out of east Atlanta
    Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
    Got money, I look like a scammer
    My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure (Ah)
    Everybody must think I'm a tweaker
    My weed blowin' strong like a speaker
    I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
    Money (Baby Money)
    Bitch wanna try a G6 (G6)
    All of my hoes top ten (Ten)
    Slam dunk your bitch, no assist (Yeah)
    Huh, check my drip
    I need a janitor, I just spilled (Spilled)
    I do syrup sippin', I'm sick (I'm sick)
    I need help, I can't even feel shit (Can't feel it)

    Baby Money (Woo-woo, woo-woo)
    R-R-R-R-R-R-R-Real nigga r-r-r-r-r-r-radio
    Woo-woo (Woo-woo, blatt)
    Blatt

    Or run out the way, where is the G6 at?
    Forty-seven minutes for the shrooms?
    Time is the G6? What time is the G6?
    The chocolate bar shrooms though, 'cause that's what he was talkin' 'bout

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