Sinner (Explicit)-Samara Cyn

Sinner (Explicit)

歌手:Samara Cyn

时间:2025-03-21

    使用手机浏览器「扫一扫」

    在手机上保存,获得更好体验

标签
歌词

Sinner (Explicit) - Samara Cyn

Lyrics by:PoWR Trav/Tommy Parker/Samara Cyn

Composed by:PoWR Trav/Tommy Parker/Samara Cyn

Produced by:PoWR Trav/Tommy Parker

Say don't **** with me

Don't **** uh

Don't **** with me uh

Huh

Okay ****

Don't **** with me 'less you ready for

This problem

Mama always taught me you don't start

Those you solve 'em

Mink mink goblin finish 'em they wobblin'

Okay chill they fallin' damn cyn get off her

I'm a prophet don't take **** won't harm ****

Can't take the play don't you jump in this ball pit

Used to work at harbor freight but now this my office

Can you believe they pay me all this money just to talk ****

Lil' ***** I'm vibin' lil' ***** we mobbin' yeah

All in god timin' well goddamn I'm shinin'

On these records this ain't silver ho it's white gold

Wait 'til I get them diamonds it's gon' be a chokehold ko

I'm a hoochie I'm a sellout

Smell like **** every time it's me they talk 'bout

I'm a born sinner better get that gone

Eighty-five burnin' rubber 'til I get back home uh

And bitter is the fruit that fell early

Slither with these snakes on me Lord have mercy

Hands in this chicken no church's

Throwin' up to purge it Lord forgive me for these urges

Uh so who the **** I look like if I slow up now uh

Talkin' out they neck but my foot calmed that down uh

Used to let that slide just to keep folks around

Now I keep the scissors in my bag in case they get loud

We pipe that smoke down uh yeah don't get me rowdy

These h*es can't rap with me say that **** proudly

Bad bad mike lowry

Servin' face and seasoned ***** I even brought my lawry's

They like my lil' voice they think that **** sweet

They think they gon' beat this lil' caramel coochie please

Well ***** I'm the new-age eve

Forbidden gems up my sleeve next to that 380

I'm a hoochie I'm a sellout

Smell like **** every time it's me they talk 'bout

I'm a born sinner better get that gone

Eighty-five burnin' rubber 'til I get back home uh

And bitter is the fruit that fell early

Slither with these snakes on me Lord have mercy

Hands in this chicken no church's

Throwin' up to purge it Lord forgive me for these urges goddamn

Higher

Sinner

Higher

Sinner

Oh is yeah

展开显示全部歌词