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​gone449 - ​sleeper lyrics

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[verse]
b+tch, i’m booted off these thirties
got your b+tch, she moving flirty, i might shoot like stephen curry
i told that b+tch come through and f+ck, big ass fn, keep it tucked
i might shoot right at his belly, make him puke his f+cking lungs
true religion on my jeans, bb simon for the belt
i’m just chilling with some demons, doing witchcraft down in h+ll
b+tch, i’m smoking on this gas, i’m smoking loud, just heard the smell
b+tch, i’m booted off these drugs, look at my face, why can’t you tell?
b+tch, i’m off this f+cking perc, i just geek, i just fiend
she like please get off the drugs, b+tch, what the f+ck do you mean?
i might slide right on his block and shoot him twice to see him bleed
got the stuck whеn i’m in traffic, i just swerve that gle
man, i’m feeling like i’m futurе, i see codeine when i pee
that b+tch told me that she love me, i just left her ass on seen
i been drinking all this blood, i see red when i lean
like oh, oh, i walk in with poles, treat that boy just like he rudolph
put a red dot on his nose, like oh no, designer on my clothes
i’m really smoking all my opps, i done shot down all my foes
true religion on the tee, i got the rickies on my toes
mister walk down with a stick, i might shoot right through the coat



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