Sydney Lyrics – Vinsins
Singer: Vinsins
Title: Sydney
Back in Sydney
Not for long just to make these flippy’s
My best custy’s hippies
‘Coz they love these biccies
And the push ’em at doofs
Everybody get cooked
I’m not tryna get booked
Watch me hit them joogs
I’m in the baking game
Whip me up yeah you know the name
Going cream for every cake
Serving fiends ’till super late
Boujee ’till she heard my tape
She wanna f#ck for nods
I’m in a Pulsar
On a back road
I don’t give a toss
But for 20 bowls she could come slurp me off
Tie them bags in knots and scissors chop them tops off
Only losses due to a boxes had X’s on ’em
Mine had hearts and apples, rolls royces emblems on ’em
I was only 17 when I swear to foreign
I rock airforces and maxi’s don’t do red-bottoms
Only thing that’s worse than being broke is broke with problems
And I been that 10 times – down to last 20 dollars
And being desperate make you go and do some crazy things
Way worse than wrapping cling
Stay calm you cannot panic king
This JD bag on my back ain’t going not sneakers in
Just some dirty clothes – what you think I’m implying?
And I’m back in Sydney
Not for long just to make these flippy’s
My best custy’s hippies
‘Coz they love these biccies
And the push ’em at doofs
Everybody get cooked
I’m not tryna get booked
Watch me hit them joogs
And I’m back in Sydney
Not for long just to make these flippy’s
My best custy’s hippies
‘Coz they love these biccies
And the push ’em at doofs
Everybody get cooked
I’m not tryna get booked
Watch me hit them joogs
Flipping O’s while I sit on a sofa
Like Oprah Winfrey I’m known in Sydney
For loads of risky missions
Ditch this whip then go to Misty’s and throw some 50’s
Sniff snow off t#tt#es for an alibi
Bala’ on ‘coz I’m camera shy
In all black like a samurai
My he-heart colder than a pack of I
Ever trapped so long and had enough
And thought f#ck this sh#t and bally’d up
Don’t think you’re bad ‘coz your tatted up
Probably chat when they put your hands in cuffs
Trust no c#nt, not an amateur
You can do dash but your family can’t
Just made a stash of cash and slapped it – tragic
f#ck this gambling’s f#cked
I was in market city passing pictures
If you lack then someone else delivers
Eating Peking duck for lunch and a couple mud crabs for dinner
And I’m back in Sydney
Not for long just to make these flippy’s
My best custy’s hippies
‘Coz they love these biccies
And the push ’em at doofs
Everybody get cooked
I’m not tryna get booked
Watch me hit them joogs
And I’m back in Sydney
Not for long just to make these flippy’s
My best custy’s hippies
‘Coz they love these biccies
And the push ’em at doofs
Everybody get cooked
I’m not tryna get booked
Watch me hit them joogs
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