Текст песни Sylvan Rd Ridin Down Dill - SahBabii

(Welcome to 1st Class)
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat
She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
Niggas workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you
Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in

My brother cup filled with codeine, back seat with a tooly
Drum on it he producing, he ready to kill, he ready to drill
Don't ever try to play him goofy, honey bun, nigga, bulging
Diamonds cold Minnesota, stick light up like I'm Yoda
Red store, get a soda, I keep these hoes in order
I got his bitch in the passenger seat, I show her the hood, I tour her
I'm not Jew but I Torah, explore the hood baby, Dora
Eye catcher can't ignore her, take your soul like a sorcerer
Neck long brachiosaurus, huh, Durango truck yeah its roarin'
I put that nut in her mouth and pull her ear back and flush it like toilets, huh
Bloodline its New Orleans, huh, on the block with my woadie 'dem
Soulja Slim like Magnolia 'dem, keep a K like Magnolia 'dem

(Welcome to 1st Class)
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat
She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
Niggas workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you
Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in

Freaky bitch like a centipede, coochie wet, I'm like when she peed?
Fuck on a opp baby momma while he in jail, pop his ass when he free
My gang left a legacy, left a stain on the industry
What they doin', boy that's all me, fuck around, pull a robbin' spree
Racks on me boy these Robin jeans
[?] baby toppin' me
Track mode, calling cops on me, Baby Driver ain't no stoppin' me
Hoe wet like a wash machine, change your last name to Valdery
These pussy niggas mockeries, on my dick yeah they jockin' me
Mood board, niggas watchin' me, scratch 'em off like the lottery
Dump the switch, how loud it get? He a bitch so I'm tryin' him
No flour, nigga, fried 'em
Blowjob wack, fired her
Fuck her for a minute, tired of her
Minute man, bitch I'm tired of you

(Welcome to 1st Class)
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat
She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
Niggas workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you
Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in

(Welcome to 1st Class)
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill