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december 5th, 2025, yyy - sydney runner lyrics

[intro]
you want to know where the real h*ll is hiding?
it’s inside your h—
(i was getting tipsy at my last show)
(i was getting tipsy at my last show) yeah

[chorus]
he was getting busy at that last show
she was getting tipsy, let her tats show
she gon’ turn up wit’ ’em, let her legs show
think i’m feeling dizzy, this my last show

[verse 1]
you don’t gotta ask, here’s my card, go
used to have my hands all on a glass ho
b*tch, please don’t ask me sh*t that you already know
i’m always first inside and leavin’ last, ho

[refrain]
she was getting tipsy at that last show
she was getting tipsy at that last show
she was getting tipsy at that last show
she was getting tipsy at that last show

[verse 2]
if he brake your heart, then we gon’ wipe his nose
if he make you cry, then we gon’ wipe his nose
don’t be scared to die, boy, that’s just how life go
we dance on his grave, pop bottles, have a toast
pledge allegiance to the cup, bro, i can’t feel my toes
if they search the v, we f*cked, so shove it in ya nose
.55 extended with b*tton, wet ’em up like hose
i’m getting hit up by labels, he still brag ’bout hoes
[chorus]
he was getting busy at that last show
she was getting tipsy, let her tats show
she gon’ turn up wit’ ’em, let her legs show
think i’m feeling dizzy, this my last show

[refrain]
she was getting tipsy at that last show
she was getting tipsy at that last show
she was getting tipsy at that last show
she was getting tipsy at that last show

[chorus]
he was getting busy at that last show
she was getting tipsy, let her tats show
she gon’ turn up wit’ ’em, let her legs show

[bridge]
yeah (don’t freeze up, baby)

[verse 3]
when i see you, boy, on god, i’m taking all that plus tax
you tryna jump? okay, my lil’ bro in the back like plushtrap
new glock just came in, if i pass him that ho, he gon’ crush that
like it was raining, 5*0 swept the lo’, gang had to flush that
he sweet like candy, fmj broke that boy up like kit*kat
“wait, are you mandy?” in the flesh, all on her tongue like tic*tac
ho so handsy, she stick to me and then blow like semtex
i’m so sorry, n*gga, no, you cannot get yo’ b*tch back
[outro]
cannot get yo’ b*tch back (don’t freeze up, baby, oh)
(don’t freeze up, baby)

- sydney runner lyrics

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