louie ray – i’ont sleep lyrics
[intro]
crackhouse
think i’m one of them type of ho ass n+ggas go to sleep or somethin’ man? (think i’m one of them?)
i’m a motherf+ckin’ g man
i live inside the crack house, literally n+gga, with a m on me
[verse]
got so high last night, sh+t i think i woke up one mars
tweak out and forget what i just did like i’m on bars
all my n+ggas drivin’ foreigns, we could switch out cars
without n+ggas puttin’ they pape’ behind me, i became a star
n+ggas got so much to say, but sittin’ in they car
or sittin’ on the couch, ain’t even got nowhere to start
i could show these boys some sh+t for sure, i heard they hard
like how i got all these dеals and all these titles, touchin’ charts
i got two bow’s of еverything in here, it’s noah’s ark
you gon’ get it if it’s meant for you, just play yo’ part
if i ain’t come to the hood the way i do, this sh+t’d be dead
when b+tches say the got a gift for me, should be head
ain’t even got a reason to hate on me, must be bread
if you really from the pad, you should be glad for me instead
that’s why i’m glad i ain’t got problems with n0body ’cause i’ll say it
n+ggas ain’t gon’ hatch or quack at all, rotten egg
ayy, n+ggas go in amiri to buy the hats, i’m buyin’ pants
n+ggas buyin’ sh+t to keep up with me, i been buyin’ land
bookin’ fee a dub, and every week i’m flyin’ in
we don’t get to do it often, b+tch let’s dine in
n+ggas wanna get the mcd stuff, they buyin’ in
wish i could push the action through a app, like “sign in”
i do got action on the ‘gram, but i don’t think that’s where i’m big
them ain’t twenty a month, i can’t even see how he live
i’ma drop a six inside a deuce this time, ain’t got no fizz
she the type of b+tch i f+ck with, ain’t got no kids
i’m drinkin’ syrup and stackin’ tokens, restore my focus
this not a race in no way, shape, or form, but i’m the closest
show these n+ggas what rich like for real, i’m buying ghosts
b+tches only get one night with me, i’m signing trojans
check out how my life rollin’, that describe motion
n+ggas think i might be playin’ this sh+t, but i ain’t jokin’
fell to her knees to get my whistle clean, she not proposin’
i never question why i’m doin’ good, just say “i’m chosen”
i’m sick, i had to leave my chick in texas, not the golden
a hundred something shots at gettin’ rich, you see me loaded
we hit him with the nickname, origami how he folded
these b+tches thick as mashed potatoes too, i left her loaded
type of n+gga, let her do her dirt, don’t expose her
type of n+gga, never leave my hood ’cause i controlled it
might get a chance at bein’ a rap star ’cause all my shows lit
n+ggas still ain’t show sh+t, but quick to be on bold sh+t
[intro]
nah forreal
n+ggas still ain’t show sh+t, but too quick to be on bold sh+t
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