I just been sippin' this syrup
Y'all talkin' shit I ain't heard none
I just been servin', no sermon
Don't get that temperature turned up
Y'all just been all in your chest, homie been stressed, stay possessin' a burner
They told me have faith in the sesh, my brother been rollin' us somethin' to burn up
Money, respect yeah you earn em
All of these tables I turned em
They mad that this doesn't concern em
I put my dick in her sternum
Used to feel like I was cursed, I was down bad and I wasn't the first one
They told me have faith in the sesh, rarely would I put my faith in a person
Man I'm so glad
(Why you so glad?)
I'm glad that I got off my ass and I got to the bag
I'm happy I dropped all these bitches and stuck to the rap
Grateful I focused on digits and stuck on my path
Y'all just all cap trynna snap
Suvi - No Sermon (feat. Coop) Lyrics
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I just been sippin' this syrup
Y'all talkin' shit I ain't heard none
I just been servin', no sermon
Don't get that temperature turned up
Y'all just been all in your chest, homie been stressed, stay possessin' a burner
They told me have faith in the sesh, my brother been rollin' us somethin' to burn up
Money, respect yeah you earn em
All of these tables I turned em
They mad that this doesn't concern em
I put my dick in her sternum
Used to feel like I was cursed, I was down bad and I wasn't the first one
They told me have faith in the sesh, rarely would I put my faith in a person
Man I'm so glad
(Why you so glad?)
I'm glad that I got off my ass and I got to the bag
I'm happy I dropped all these bitches and stuck to the rap
Grateful I focused on digits and stuck on my path
Y'all just all cap trynna snap
Y'all talkin' shit I ain't heard none
I just been servin', no sermon
Don't get that temperature turned up
Y'all just been all in your chest, homie been stressed, stay possessin' a burner
They told me have faith in the sesh, my brother been rollin' us somethin' to burn up
Money, respect yeah you earn em
All of these tables I turned em
They mad that this doesn't concern em
I put my dick in her sternum
Used to feel like I was cursed, I was down bad and I wasn't the first one
They told me have faith in the sesh, rarely would I put my faith in a person
Man I'm so glad
(Why you so glad?)
I'm glad that I got off my ass and I got to the bag
I'm happy I dropped all these bitches and stuck to the rap
Grateful I focused on digits and stuck on my path
Y'all just all cap trynna snap
Writer: Cooper Willkomm, Henry Maysack
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