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cherp - sleep for dinner lyrics

[intro: cherp]
what up, fresh? yeah
it’s cherp, n-gga!
who else?

[verse 1: cherp]
got love for the victim but respect the shooter
you should stay up outta traffic if you can’t maneuver
dude started out clappin’ now they the users
schooled by them o-gs, now i’m the tutor
i ain’t no wrestler so when i got a grip to slam you, closed casket so n0body else can look at ’em
forty in my handbrush, n-gga, i’m a f-ckin’ menance
so keep actin’ bad and get your seed ended
no yellow tape just move with caution
like a kick to the stomach, stunnin’, i’m steve austin
don’t get it twisted like you do contortion
i’m in the newest porches
backpack should be signed to ronkers
played them corners from carolina to v-c, scorin’
get your sh-t shut down, n-gga, i’m josh norman
break you down to a fraction, it’s mathmatic
pay me or late sleep, n-gga, i’m craftmatic
i ain’t worried ’bout who frontin’, n-gga, it’s the backstabbers
so break bread or get your sh-t sandwiched, n-gga

[break: cherp & fred the godson]
br-br-break bread or get your sh-t sandwiched (yeah), n-gga
if you never had sleep for dinner (right), i don’t feel you-i don’t feel you (n-gga, i don’t feel you)
hey, yo, cherp, tell them n-ggas up top, i know i’m ready
if you never had a nap or snack, i might k!ll you-i might k!ll you
huh? okay, clear it out though (n-gga, i might k!ll you)
it’s goin’ down!

[verse 2: fred the godson]
hand full of hallows
i’m dancin’ with the desert like walkin’ with sandman at the apollo
they could shot at a cow but as far as i know, i missed my shooter like dwight howard with the follow
told spark and hit a flatline like new whips in close parkin’, i’m in the post, pardon
now your girl stressed ‘caues of her baby like postpartum
he kylie jenner soft, why think that i won’t rob ’em?
i hit cherp on the chirp
still use the nextel to move the work
for the record, the [?] we gotta work merc
the prosecutors, they called it the red alert
we grind it to the gristle
music is secondary, that’s why we rhymin’ with a pistol
had stress for lunch, sleep for dinner
you in the streets with a winner
godson

[outro: cherp]
if you never had sleep for dinner, i don’t feel you-i don’t feel you (n-gga, i don’t feel you)
if you never had a nap or snack, i might k!ll you-i might k!ll you (n-gga, i might k!ll you)
(n-gga, i might k!ll you)

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