Syncin' Lyrics

Yeah, take ya clothes off in the nighttime, skin to skin, I wanna taste ya red wine

I'm so in sync, JC & JT, here we go, what you wanna do with me, uh

Take ya clothes off in the nighttime, skin to skin, I wanna taste ya red wine

I'm so in sync, JC & JT, here we go, what you wanna do with me, uh

One, two, three, to the four, I'm syncin'

Drownin' in the water I'm drinkin', body language tell it all, baby what you thinkin'?

Same time leavin', leanin', cheesin', talkin' to her girls like she wanna get even

On the dance floor, she pop it in the evenin', worked bottle service so she know the type of treatment

Ronny in Player's Club, dubs for the sequence, baby in sync, so you know a nigga gotta get to syncin'

Linkin' up, she drive a Lincoln, I'm honest, "So aye, I don't want this night to stop babe, say"

"After this steak and red wine babe stay, let's make this a routine every Friday" (Yeah)

Take ya clothes off in the nighttime, skin to skin, I wanna taste ya red wine

I'm so in sync, JC & JT, here we go, what you wanna do with me, uh

Take ya clothes off in the nighttime, skin to skin, I wanna taste ya red wine

I'm so in sync, JC & JT, here we go, what you wanna do with me, uh

Saturday, go to brunch on Sunday, you can have me for the weekends, I work weekdays

And I know it all depends, I'm in a swim state, I'm a flirt, what can I say? I can wait

But I know you want it now, I can see it in your eyes and your smile, I like the way you get down

Dance with me like you wanna leave with me, this A-Town boogie make you lean with me

I'm syncin', fallin' in love with how you speakin' to me, the rappin' be sayin' what happens when you leave it to me

The scratchin' and rubbin' my back is what you bringin' to me, you bout that action, we kissin with passion

Now kick it to me like this: slow down (slow down), relax your mind, lay down (lay down)

I got the time, just grind (just grind), I wanna make you mine (you mine), and do (and do)

Baby it's just me & you (& you), bring a friend for my boy too (my boy too), come through (come through)

Come through, yeah

Take ya clothes off in the nighttime, skin to skin, I wanna taste ya red wine

I'm so in sync, JC & JT, here we go, what you wanna do with me, uh

Take ya clothes off in the nighttime, skin to skin, I wanna taste ya red wine

I'm so in sync, JC & JT, here we go, what you wanna do with me, uh

Baby told me I need to talk my shit, we talked last night, like Baby Keem, I vent

I be tryna be in sync with you rap niggas, but it seems rap niggas wanna wrap niggas

In a trap where you sow what you reap, that's facts

Watch ya back, OJ, backstabbers, okay, lyric tracing, can't connect the dots, they'll keep waiting

Light nigga, dark nigga, but there's still segregation (bring the bridge back)

Hip-hop ain't been the same, Hip-hop's the name, Brown Sugar, this is love on the brain, maintain

Poetry slam like Def Jam, Erykah, I Badu something that breaks the mold, that's neo for the soul, break the matrix

Don't sound the same as them, nigga hit the pavement, show 'em what yo wave meant

Hustle for yo' own sound, not go do what they did so you fuckin' make it, selling yourself short, I did it before

But everybody don't want more, that's for sure, but the ball is on y'all own court, I want more

So I stay creative, push the artist 'cause repetition ain't art, it's layers of the same thing, carbon copied

Some people are fax machines, ask about me, they'll say I always pushed the envelope, no doubt about it

I'll go down in history a legend, take a second, get to syncin'

Yeah

You enjoyin' the ride so far? (This nigga right here bruh)

(What the fuck) Awe man listen (Damn I'm tryna roll this shit)

You know this is how we do it over here in Vice City man, you know? (What the fuck, how we do it?)

(Nigga you just got back like a few days ago bro, calm down, relax) Man, pass the blunt nigga

(Nigga who the fuck is you talk-) You nigga (I will throw this shit out the window nigga)

Bro (don't fuckin' play with me bro) Chill, chill, chill man (Talkin' bout some damn "chill chill")

(Nigga you think this shit a-) Bro (Ooh, what the fuck) C'mon what is niggas doin' outside man (Nigga)

(Fuck if I know) Aye y'all (Aye, y'all ladies-) What's goin' on bruh? (You know what?)

(I got the perfect thing for this shit, hold on) Aye man, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Man)

Is that- (Nigga that's-) That's Lala man (Nigga, that's Lala man)

(Girl, I almost shot yo ass)