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fuckery - mg sleepy lyrics lyrics

[intro: mg sleepy]
(enrgy made this one)
n+gga, i done woke up out my sleep to some f+ckery, n+gga
now they got me sleep to this sh+t

[verse: mg sleepy]
all that sneak dissin’ for attention, what you want, some clout?
n+ggas speakin’ on my name, gon’ need another mouth
f+ck a standard, i just bought a stick so i ain’t runnin’ out
these n+ggas quarantined in they cribs so they ain’t comin’ out
f+ck your dead n+ggas, i got swerves all around the south
yeah, i got the pole, but on my n+gga, i’d knock you out
listen to your lyrics, you be lyin’, n+gga, you a slouch
how the f+ck you rappin’ ’bout some bands sleepin’ on the couch?
hold on, stupid b+tch, i had to slow it down
n+ggas runnin’ ’round with pony tails, you a mickey mouse
n+ggas act like b+tches, that’s the reason they can’t come around
you claimin’ you a k!ller, so you better have your gun around
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas, so i ain’t talkin’, we can shoot it out
i don’t [?] cribs, but get the addy, n+ggas movin’ out
really in the field, these n+ggas actin’ like a movie out
f+ck a n+gga sister, she get ratchet when her bootie out
she got lil’ titties, i’d smack her if her b00bies out
put the camera on a b+tch and make a movie now

[verse 2: 10ta lil a]
b+tch, f+ck n+ggas talkin’ ’bout?
i’ll up the stick and make him dance, yeah, he gon’ walk it out
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no uhaul when i move ’em out
i’m on the way out east to get the cheese, yeah, i just left the south (i just left the south)
b+tch, no cap and this is not rapping
caught a n+gga lackin’ at the store and had to hawk some ash him
hold on, i’m ’bout to turn this b+tch up
sleepy hit a n+gga pint, so now his stomach f+ckin’ up
better stay up in your lane before he crash so buckle up (buckle up)
told him put that strap down and knuckle up (they know how we—)
feelin’ like a hooper, hit the court and get to shootin’ n+ggas (ayy, hold on)
b+tch, it’s only ten toes, we ain’t recruitin’ n+ggas
you the type to talk about what you gon’ do to n+ggas
see them n+ggas out, don’t make a move, who you foolin’, n+gga?
i just hit a swerve and got lost so i’m mad as f+ck
if they ain’t one of us, then i don’t give a f+ck
yeah, i’m rockin’ ponytails, but n+ggas know it’s up
f+ck a standard shot, i bought a 50 just to fill it up
the only time i might duck is when you throw a punch
heard you went to jail just like an l and they took your lunch (n+gga)
this for all the lame n+ggas that be actin’ tough
f+ck them other n+ggas, man, on god they can’t f+ck with us
[outro: 10ta lil a]
b+tch

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