Syrup

Why
Slaya
Slaya
Ooo
Yaaa

Got a bad bitch that get on my nerves
Got a bad bitch the love sipping syrup
Brought some new shit for his hers and hers
She act up she get kicked to the curb
I be jamming I don't give a fuck
I be pimping I don't give a fuck
Ain't bout chicken I don't give a fuck
Farmers hating on taking they birds
Talk out your neck I'll put you in dirt
Talking tough I'll put you on shirt
Got a bad bitch where my name on shirt
I be sliding the vet it's a habit
I can take ya hoe just like it's magic
Yeah it's easy it's easy as snapping
And I pass her right back just like magic
I got no time for you I just want cabbage
She pulled up on me she asking what's happening
She pulled up on in middle of action
I told her don't do that we done establish
Fender bender breaking her back in
Hang with some blood but you know that I'm crackin
Hang with some slatts but you know I'm still crackin

Slaya
Slaya
Slaya
Slaya
Slaya
Slaya

What's up Slaya
What's up
These niggas broke they be waiting for the first of the month
How you gone love month to month
Act like you havin on gram but you really got nothing
These niggas broke and they hungry
I got to store and I buy what the fuckin I want
I just be talking on beats
I swear it's easy to me I be swinging my feet
I'm stacking cash
I'm stacking cash
You ain't getting no money
You broke than a bitch
Hahahaha

She lifting her damn skirt
She fuck for a damn birkin
She fuck for a damn purse
She shake ass for damn work
I lie to the doctor
I told em I need damn syrup
I lie to the doctor
I told em I need damn syrup
I just wanna slay her
I'm not gonna pay her
I just wanna fuck on her haha
I'm not gonna pay her oh no no no



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Writer(s): Jaylon Monroe
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