Syrup Sandwiches Lyrics by Cordae
Syrup sandwiches, sugar water
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 love ain’t just 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 got to beat the block up ’til your knuckles’ll bleed”
That mean a nigga got to 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 got to get this money first, shorty, 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’ just us against the world, but keep your head up with me
Flowin’ steady, but I’m tryin’ to get this bread up to speed
Eatin’ good, workin’ out, shit, I’m investin’ in me
I’m that nigga, most definitely, yeah
Syrup sandwiches, sugar water
Bad bitches with bad habits
Sundresses, the skin is out
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 is on
In elegant form, I stay Comme des Garçons and readily on
If looks could kill, you’d already be gone
Not 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?
They’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 the sleeves
I got a God complex, so she down on her knees
No religion, I believe in me, blessin’ to be
I’m that nigga, most definitely, you heard? Yeah
Syrup sandwiches, sugar water
Bad bitches with bad habits
Sundresses, the skin is out
But you know how I feel about you, baby
But you know how I feel about you, baby
But you know how I feel about you, baby