Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sin City , by - Milla. Release date: 26.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sin City |
| Awww, what y’all wanna do? |
| Wanna be ballin', poppin' bottles till you fallin' |
| Poppin' mollies till you pass out (Hell Yeah) |
| What happen here, stay here, betta' cash out |
| This is sin city |
| Sin sin sin city |
| City, sin sin sin city |
| Sin city |
| Blowin', blowin' all these stacks, don’t know how to act |
| Throwin', throwin' all these stacks stacks |
| This is sin city |
| Bunch of bad bitches all gettin' rich (Hell Yeah) |
| Better throw bands at 'em (huh) |
| Ball out when I step in this bitch |
| Buy a hundred bottles throw grands at 'em (skurt) |
| Grey, Grey Goose make the booty loose (booty loose) |
| Moet make the pussy wet |
| Write a check, I’ma place a bet, bitches come in sets |
| Groupie hoes wanna see the suite, all kinda sex |
| Black card, need no bodyguard got my goons with me |
| Act hard, fix a bitch nigga got my tools with me |
| EPA niggas act a fool with me (fool with me) |
| And by the end of the night, got thirty bitches in the room with me (ride) |
| Wake up in the morning gotta thank God |
| Just bought a Benz with a multi-colored paint job (skirt) |
| I don’t wanna sin, I don’t wanna go to hell |
| But if fuckin' her a crime, I’ma go to jail |
| Step in this ho like what I need a bitch for |
| I’ma start a riot with a pitchfork |
| Throw this money she gon' open like a rich door |
| Hoes thristy I’m lookin' like a big gulp |
| Commas on my checks but I don’t take a breath |
| Pull up in the val like a dog take me to the vet |
| Walkin' in your hood without a vest, I don’t get in checked |
| Nigga test, sex no condom, I’ma make a mess (ugh) |
| Next best up like I got sick off of Spike Lee equipment I’m throwin' sets up |
| MOB mob hoe, bring them checks up |
| 9/11 under your neck, I blow your chest up |
| Spend money till the president nauseous, yeah caution |
| All you niggas teeth and I’m flossin' |
| Got to go eat bosses, tiger hand you pausing |
| Like blow job Betty LOL you jawsin' yeah |
| Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, roll 'em |
| Put the money up, don’t fold 'em |