CORDAE fT JOEY BADA$$ - SYRUP SANDWICHES

[Chorus: Cordae]

Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh

Bad bitches with bad habits

Sundresses, the skin is out

But you know how I feel about you

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[Verse 1: Cordae]

The sun is shinin', my daughter is gorgeous

Our bond is beautiful, our lovin' is more than mutual

Funds are stacked, killin' tracks, runnin' rap

When I hear these niggas talk, it's a ton of cap

And my bro move bass like Thundercat

Every two weeks, the nigga make a hundred racks

It's nothin' to me, you niggas ain't fuckin' with me

You're butlers to me, them young niggas uppin' the heat

They stuck to the streets, like concrete, the hustle's in me

They say you gotta beat the block up 'til your knuckles'll bleed

That mean a nigga gotta rap until the pen out of ink

Your team weak, like Justin Timberlake, y'all been out of sync

A nigga skatin' on the beat, shit, I could rent out the rink

I gotta get this money first, shawty, then I can link

Let's head to the beach, and then she give me head on the beach

She just ate the dick up, but now she fed up with me

It's just us against the world, but keep your head up with me

Slow and steady, but I'm tryna get this bread up to speed

Eatin' good, workin' out, shit, I'm invested in me

I'm that nigga, most definitely, yeah

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[Chorus: Cordae, Joey Bada$$ & Both]

Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh

Bad bitches with bad habits

Sundresses, the skin is out

But you know how I feel about you, baby

But you know how I feel about you, baby (Badman)

But you know (Uh), how I feel about you, baby

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[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

Once again, in this song, the prettiest on in elegant form

I stay Comme des Garçons and readily armed

If looks could kill, he'll already be gone

I drip too hard, you niggas couldn't weather the storm

Let alone stop the rain or block my aim, this not no game

So you better watch how you drop my name

Don't you know my niggas pop them things for some pocket change?

He'll stick you up and rock your chains

So stop it, lame, me and you, we not the same

I got a whole different drive, you can't block my lane

Me and Cordae, back to back, identical V's

Two M's on the keys, so she ready to leave

And do whatever I please, wear her heart on her sleeves

I got a God complex, so she down on her knees

No religion, I believe in me, blessed to be

I'm that nigga, most definitely, you heard? Yeah

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[Chorus: Cordae]

Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh

Bad bitches with bad habits

Sundresses, the skin is out

But you know how I feel about you, baby

But you know how I feel about you, baby

But you know how I feel about you, baby

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