Cordae - Syrup Sandwiches (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Cordae - Syrup Sandwiches (en) Lyrics
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Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh
Bad bitches with bad habits
Sundresses, the skin is out
But you know how I feel about you
The sun is shinin', my
daughter is gorgeous
Our bond is beautiful, our lovin'
is more than mutual
Funds are stacked, killin'
tracks, runnin' rap
When I hear these niggas
talk, it's a ton of cap
And my bro move bass like Thundercat
Every two weeks, the nigga
make a hundred racks
It's nothin' to me, you niggas
ain't fuckin' with me
You're butlers to me, them young
niggas uppin' the heat
They stuck to the streets, like
concrete, the hustle's in me
They say you gotta beat the block
up 'til your knuckles'll bleed
That mean a nigga gotta rap
until the pen out of ink
Your team weak, like Justin Timberlake,
y'all been out of sync
A nigga skatin' on the beat, shit,
I could rent out the rink
I gotta get this money first,
shawty, then I can link
Let's head to the beach, and then
she give me head on the beach
She just ate the dick up, but
now she fed up with me
It's just us against the world,
but keep your head up with me
Slow and steady, but I'm tryna
get this bread up to speed
Eatin' good, workin' out,
shit, I'm invested in me
I'm that nigga, most definitely, yeah
But you know how I feel
about you, baby
But you know how I feel about
you, baby (Badman)
But you know (Uh), how I
feel about you, baby
Once again, in this song, the
prettiest on in elegant form
I stay Comme des Garçons
and readily armed
If looks could kill, he'll
already be gone
I drip too hard, you niggas
couldn't weather the storm
Let alone stop the rain or block
my aim, this not no game
So you better watch how
you drop my name
Don't you know my niggas pop them
things for some pocket change?
He'll stick you up and
rock your chains
So stop it, lame, me and
you, we not the same
I got a whole different drive,
you can't block my lane
Me and Cordae, back to
back, identical V's
Two M's on the keys, so
she ready to leave
And do whatever I please, wear
her heart on her sleeves
I got a god complex, so
she down on her knees
No religion, I believe
in me, blessed to be
I'm that nigga, most definitely,
you heard? Yeah
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