Syrup Lyrics in English by Shiva

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Chorus 1

I'm pouring syrup in the cup

I watch as every bubble pops

I don't hear the voices of these blah-blahs

Scumbags and whores always go together

I'm having dinner in the back of a Benz

Milan is the home of the bad guys, that is

You can't pass my lane

I use weed and Toseina, syrup as medicine

Verse 1

A million without ever signing, I put ice on these streets

I'm precise even without a laser, too much Syrup, I don't have a clear head

I've been through storms, now the bull skids on the wet road

I put rock in place of diamonds, I'm a star in name and in fact

I pour two cups, one for Finesse, they're not light

She sucks it without her hands, she has a superpower

I'm smoking splinters, a gram fell into the ashtray

I don't follow the herd, not even the law

You know I have a bull on the logo and the engine is still Audi, yeh-yeh

I fucked the game, fucked up these opps and the supermodels, yeah

I don't know how many out there, bro, are willing to change their stance, yeah

I'm against the industry and anyway, I like this feeling, yeah

That's right

Chorus 2

I'm pouring syrup in the cup

I watch as every bubble pops

I don't hear the voices of these blah-blahs

Scumbags and whores always go together

I'm having dinner in the back of a Benz

Milan is the home of the bad guys, that is

You can't pass my lane

I use weed and Toseina, syrup as medicine

Verse 2

Hey, I'm pouring more cups than a Starbucks, the only one left who makes real trap

Candy in the purple drank makes bubbles but it's not champagne

Drones on the line like Google Maps, yellow lasers like Lisa and Bart

I use cash, I don't have a Visa card

No one here is called Massimo, but we all live in maximum danger

Two grand in a rubber band, before you spend them, I'll eliminate them

I kill beats and it becomes a classic, I leave casualties all around the perimeter

I hear them talking and talking, I only think about profit

All the bitches listen to my stuff, the new stuff comes out and they're like, 'Whoo-whoo!'

Those who diss me, then copy me, those who despise me later buy it, it's 'Whoo-whoo!'

Code' in the cup, I already mixed it, I got a limited edition Sprite

Now her pussy tastes like strawberry, I fucked her in the trap

Chorus 3

I'm pouring syrup in the cup

I watch as every bubble pops

I don't hear the voices of these blah-blahs

Scumbags and whores always go together

I'm having dinner in the back of a Benz

Milan is the home of the bad guys, that is

You can't pass my lane

I use weed and Toseina, syrup as medicine

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toseina — codeine

Toseina is a slang term for codeine, a pharmaceutical opioid often used in cough syrup. This word is interesting because it directly references a key element of the song's title and theme, "Syrup."

In the context of the song, it highlights the artist's lifestyle and the drug culture often associated with trap music, where codeine syrup is mixed with soda to create a recreational drink. It's a unique and specific term that stands out from more common vocabulary.

In "Syrup", Italian rapper Shiva brings heavy, nocturnal trap energy straight out of Milan. Right from the hook, he sets the tone with "Sto versando syrup nella cup" ("I'm pouring syrup in the cup") and calls the concoction his self-prescribed medicine alongside weed and Toseina. Rather than worrying about outsiders talking trash, he tunes it out from the backseat of a luxury car: "Sto cenando nel retro di un Benz / Milano è la casa dei cattivi" ("I'm dining in the back of a Benz / Milan is the house of the villains"). He talks about his wins with total swagger, claiming he pocketed a cool million without signing his life away to a major label, and brags about driving a Lamborghini—nodding to its raging bull emblem with "c'ho un toro sul logo" ("I have a bull on the logo") while noting it still packs an Audi engine underneath.

The verses fly by packed with vivid pop-culture jabs and classic rap boastfulness. Shiva claims he stacks more cups than a Starbucks barista, adding candy to purple drank mixed into a limited-edition Sprite. He flexes his street paranoia and precision with funny, hyper-specific imagery like "laser giallo come Lisa e Bart" ("yellow laser like Lisa and Bart" from The Simpsons) and drones lined up like Google Maps. Through it all, he keeps his circle tiny and his methods cash-only ("non ho Visa card"). It is cold, blunt, and full of sharp punchlines aimed at rivals who diss him in public but secretly copy his flow.

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