(Intro – Project Pat & Juicy J)
Sipping on some sizzurp, sipping on some sizzurp, mmm
Sipping on some, sipping, sipping on some sizzurp, yeah
Pour it on up, it’s going down, yeah
Sipping on some sizzurp, sipping, sipping on some sizzurp, Breezy
(Chorus: Chris Brown)
I put that syrup in my double cup
Chop and screwed, body on the way
Leaning, leaning
Leanint, leaning
And baby, when you look into my eyes
You know why they open wide
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
All of these feelings, you catching feelings
And seeing all the signs
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
You pop this pill then tell me what you feeling
And take it for this ride
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
(Verse 1 – Juicy J)
Got that soda bowl, then we glow, white girls put coke up their nose
Shaking ass for Juicy J, I’m throwing money til they close
Seen em all, seen me ball, pour it all, drank it all
Got that blower in the car, just in case it go that far
Roll up, pour up, what’s the hold up? Hold up
I be slowed up, dozed off, off that slow stuff, woke up
I give no f**ks, slow bucks, better than no bucks, so what?
That bi**h chose up, feed her, need no coca, so up
I be racking up the M’s, f**king hoes on film
Blowing strong like the weed in the gym
Still sipping that sizzurp
I been balling like arenas
And then two freaky foreign b*tches
She ain’t bad, told her don’t bring her with them
I let her spend the night if my girl with it
We can have a threesome with them
(Chorus – Chris Brown)
I put that syrup in my double cup
Chop and screwed, body on the way
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
And baby, when you look into my eyes
You know why they open wide
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
All of these feelings, you catching feelings
And seeing all the signs
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
You pop this pill then tell me what you feeling
And take it for this ride
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
(Verse 2 – Quavo)
Quavo
Drank, drank, drank on me, drank on me
Yeah, they call me young Quavo, Quavo
Dropped the top, told your b**h, Get in
She gon do what I say so, skrrt, skrrt
She gon do what I say so, skrrt, skrrt
I told her count up the pesos, count it up
Yeah, came from putting bricks in the cars like Maaco, bricks
I don’t get tired when I’m whipping pies
Hit em with that circumcised choppers in my archive
Came from serving the fiends on em
Now I’m in the coupe with the wings on it
Now I’m just looking for somebody to lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean on me
I advise you to pay up, cash
Cut em off on the way up, cut em off
I’m on the boards like a layup
On your hoe face more than makeup, bluh
Bet I beat you to the paper, I bet it
Cup filled with the Lakers, I bet it
Blunt filled with the Lakers, yeah
Bow, bow, I demolish a hater
(Chorus – Chris Brown)
I put that syrup in my double cup
Chop and screwed, body on the way
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
And baby, when you look into my eyes
You know why they open wide
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
All of these feelings, you catching feelings
And seeing all the signs
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
You pop this pill then tell me what you feeling
And take it for this ride
Leaning, leaning
Leaning, leaning
(Outro – Project Pat)
Sizzurp
