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Never Sleep Again
by Bmor & Shae Funds
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Let's Go Nigga
SRT Gang
Im gettin' money like its my habit
If I see the cash then I'm gone bag it
If she gotta ass then I might grab it
Im chasin' green yeah I need the cabbage
Big 23 that bitch do damage
Put 'em to sleep nah he ain't nappin'
These niggas weak n they all cappin'
Said she for the streets well fantastic
I'm in the building Capitol Hill
Shawty caught feelings what is her deal
We can afford it we still steal
Know I look gorgeous that's for real
I'm on the naughty list
That's all year
I'm not trynna jinks this
This our year
I got that pink slip
I was in second gear
I'm on the innerstate
She gag until the tears
Come
I make her
Numb
Leg shaker no earthquake
Glad you asked yes I feel great
She sat on my tongue an I drowned in the lake
Got pussy so good she could buy LA
Got pussy so good make the preacher think
Twice
How many times I rolled the dice?
Playin a game with my life
I ain't no goat bitch imma zebra I got stripes
You got strikes
We got stakes
Im on the Bay smokin tank
Laugh cause high laugh to bank
She want my number tell that bitch no thanks
Puttin' a drum on a Tom no Hanks
Im gettin' money like its my habit
If I see the cash then I'm gone bag it
If she gotta ass then I might grab it
Im chasin' green yeah I need the cabbage
Big 23 that bitch do damage
Put 'em to sleep nah he ain't nappin'
These niggas weak n they all cappin'
Said she for the streets well fantastic
Slide on yo block yeah wit the plastic
Catch 'em at home catch 'em in traffic
Im on the road trippin' like acid
Trynna buy a home trynna but a mansion
But I keep buyin' bowls' an I keep buyin macs'
Wit at least 25 lighters on my dresser
Just know I'm not average
No I'm not a rapper
Don't need practice
Put you in a stretcher
Get the Smith & Wesson
Not finna wrestle
Hit you wit the metal
Send you up to heaven
No I'm not a pastor
Neck like treasure
Diamonds like Casper
Boy you a bastard
This big cash shit
Hellcat gas it
Tell 'em to catch it
Want me to pass it
I like my bitch real freak nasty
Real real ghetto and real real ratchet
Let me pop a perc all in her ass cheek
We go to work all off a Xanny
Sippin on that purp fuck around and fell asleep
Don't believe the hype that public enemy
Fuck 'er in church now I got her praying to me
We about to blow like Johnny Depp in '83
Let's Go Nigga
SRT Gang
Im gettin' money like its my habit
If I see the cash then I'm gone bag it
If she gotta ass then I might grab it
Im chasin' green yeah I need the cabbage
Big 23 that bitch do damage
Put 'em to sleep nah he ain't nappin'
These niggas weak n they all cappin'
Said she for the streets well fantastic
I'm in the building Capitol Hill
Shawty caught feelings what is her deal
We can afford it we still steal
Know I look gorgeous that's for real
I'm on the naughty list
That's all year
I'm not trynna jinks this
This our year
I got that pink slip
I was in second gear
I'm on the innerstate
She gag until the tears
Come
I make her
Numb
Leg shaker no earthquake
Glad you asked yes I feel great
She sat on my tongue an I drowned in the lake
Got pussy so good she could buy LA
Got pussy so good make the preacher think
Twice
How many times I rolled the dice?
Playin a game with my life
I ain't no goat bitch imma zebra I got stripes
You got strikes
We got stakes
Im on the Bay smokin tank
Laugh cause high laugh to bank
She want my number tell that bitch no thanks
Puttin' a drum on a Tom no Hanks
Im gettin' money like its my habit
If I see the cash then I'm gone bag it
If she gotta ass then I might grab it
Im chasin' green yeah I need the cabbage
Big 23 that bitch do damage
Put 'em to sleep nah he ain't nappin'
These niggas weak n they all cappin'
Said she for the streets well fantastic
Slide on yo block yeah wit the plastic
Catch 'em at home catch 'em in traffic
Im on the road trippin' like acid
Trynna buy a home trynna but a mansion
But I keep buyin' bowls' an I keep buyin macs'
Wit at least 25 lighters on my dresser
Just know I'm not average
No I'm not a rapper
Don't need practice
Put you in a stretcher
Get the Smith & Wesson
Not finna wrestle
Hit you wit the metal
Send you up to heaven
No I'm not a pastor
Neck like treasure
Diamonds like Casper
Boy you a bastard
This big cash shit
Hellcat gas it
Tell 'em to catch it
Want me to pass it
I like my bitch real freak nasty
Real real ghetto and real real ratchet
Let me pop a perc all in her ass cheek
We go to work all off a Xanny
Sippin on that purp fuck around and fell asleep
Don't believe the hype that public enemy
Fuck 'er in church now I got her praying to me
We about to blow like Johnny Depp in '83
