Sydney Sweeney Lyrics

I need a bitch like Sydney Sweeney,

I know one bitch she a flower girl

I'm sorry girl, I'm trippin' off the wokky, it taste sour girl

Throw a couple candies in that bitch and turn it sweet

That's a trackhawk bitch, don't you dare call it a jeep

I just need a Sydney Sweeney and a speedy SRT

Swear that's all I want in life, so God can you give it to me?

Cut off every single girl and I'll stop smoking, that's on God

I'll stop sipping liquor too, but I ain't ever quitting Wok

Wokhardt,

Even the names sound funky and cool

Wanna get crunky with the crew?

We're all losers but we're rich and pretty

And I'm from London if you wanna see the city

It ain't scary, you're protected if you're with me

Hennessy and Wokhardt really fuckin' up my kidney

My kidney, it hurt my liver

Sim Simmer, Sydney Sweeney in my bimmer

Diamonds cold and it got me bamar

I heard your album, that shit was Bakar

Chattin' so much, it will stop the Bakwas

Shit, I'm a Surrey boy, all my fans white

Apart from Vishal, got my brother on the side

I got beef with C.D, he's never pullin' up on time

Audemars Piguet on my wrist, can you spell that?

I ain't gonna say it again, I need a hellcat

I ain't gonna say it again, but I might yell that

All your bitches look like men, yeah they're well flat

All my bitches look like Hannah Baker

I just dropped the tape, Hannah Baker

There's a Renault engine in your A-Class

There's a trackhawk, do you wanna race us?

Era3K5, got a AR

I hit your bitch with a rubber not an eraser

This ain't the codeine that your mama take, no bitch, it's syrup

There's a SRT trackhawk, watch me steer it

I want muscle cars American, to me is foreign

Prince Purple, rain its pouring, lean, it got me yawnin

But I'm a sip, sip, sip, sip, sip

Activist, Wokhardt and Tris

Make me sick, but I'ma pour that shit

Make me too rich, can never poor that shit

C.D saying it's an addiction

Calling me a fien like a Travis song

If I was, I'd be 90210

Cause I so many hoes, I got model bitches with pretty toes

Sydney, Sweeney, Sydney, Sweeney, Sydney, Sweeney

Sydney, Sweeney, Sydney, Sweeney, Sydney, Sweeney

I can't even fucking pronounce that shit, right fam

I can't, I can't, I can't even know this

What the hell even is this

What am I doing, fam

Um, big shouts to C.D, Era3K5, Shenron

Um, and Takashi Murakami

I got, I got a little flower pillow

What you know about it

(unintelligible yusuke sounds)