herm tha blacksheep – up in my sleep lyrics
[chorus: herm tha blacksheep]
we got them rods, time to go fishin
we catch a opp, we buss his ass, can’t abort no missions
[?] to see that man they really b+tches
we catch them n+ggas, cop the glizzy he want the whole’50
up in my sleeve all these bodies haunt me
i gotta face karma off the sh+t that i did
[verse 1: nocap]
its forever f+ck you n+ggas, ain’t showin no sorrow
she flew in last night, i put her up for tomorrow
you want a verse, thats a fee, just like dwayne carter
i hope this b+tch ain’t got no shorties, this a h+llcat charger
aye, why the f+ck i bought this whip and i dont know how to start it
i know this sh+t a dirty game, make sure you pray for your partners
i dont care if he with mom, soon as we see ’em we pop ’em
n+ggas hate when you get on, they gotta step in my office
[verse 2: herm tha blacksheep]
when they step in my office they got be talkin ’bout coffins
20 grand or better, in that wood slangin that llama
we k!lled a couple your partners, f+ck peace, promotin the violence
the police mad, they can’t stop us we still runnin them commas
its a bl++dy game, ima bl++dy mane, i dont feel no shame
all them n+ggas dead in the grave, and i gotta keep that thang on me
many men, couple b+tches wishin death on me
[chorus: herm tha blacksheep]
we got them rods, time to go fishin
we catch a opp, we buss his ass, can’t abort no missions
[?] to see that man they really b+tches
we catch them n+ggas, cop the glizzy he want the whole’50
up in my sleeve all these bodies haunt me
i gotta face karma off the sh+t that i did
[verse 3: herm tha blacksheep]
and i know what i done
cold hearted, people call me heartless
cause i entertain all the bullsh+t that has started
gotta keep my pistol, many men out to get me
i can’t go out bad, they tryna do me like im 50
and these streets gettin hectic
people say stay out the trenches, im a prized possesion
well, you tell them p+ssy n+ggas come and catch me
i got that bulldog, they run up, watch how quick it fetch ’em
listen closely this the funny part
he was thinkin with his chest, the stupid b+tch, now he ain’t got a heart
a lot of n+ggas get they head popped
they f+ck with b+tches who f+ck with n+ggas who gone send the drop
[chorus: herm tha blacksheep]
we got them rods, time to go fishin
we catch a opp, we buss his ass, can’t abort no missions
[?] to see that man they really b+tches
we catch them n+ggas, cop the glizzy he want the whole’50
up in my sleeve all these bodies haunt me
i gotta face karma off the sh+t that i did
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