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ludacris - go 2 sleep lyrics

go to sleep, hoe, go to sleep, hoe
if you’re tired, be quiet and go to sleep, hoe
go to sleep, hoe, go to sleep, hoe
if you’re tired, be quiet and go to sleep, hoe
go to sleep, hoe, go to sleep, hoe
if you’re tired, be quiet and go to sleep, hoe

man, i tell a hoe to go to sleep
they turn around and frown, gotta make ’em six feet deep
’cause we knock ’em unconscious with that non-sense
read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical content
then about where your time spent
mess around get your guys h-t, a ten hut
i send three-six ol’ sh-t, n-gg- what?
if ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
but’chu you won’t wrap up ya bandages or h-ll you would

n-gg-, i got shotty’s and semi’s, i love ‘dro and henne’?
all brown and skinny but i’ve f-cked up so many
i got qp’s and halves if we beefin’ i blast
you sleepin’ i laugh, ask t-t, i’m off the rip
i had this hoe who talked too much, i had to off the b-tch
2 0, mr. crayola, n-gg-s know what i mean
’cause i slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
and all you f-ggot m-th-f-ckas gotta know the routine

b-tch, it’s me again, kickin’ in your f-ckin’ doors
i look for dividends, i ain’t lookin’ for you hoes
you b-tch can’t comprehend, let me put one in ya bro
let me put one in ya bro, so you n-gg-s can go to sleep
so, lay down b-tch, gimme all that you dreamed for
gimme fancy cars, gimme bling bling bling, boi
it don’t mean a thing, boi, for me that ain’t gon’ swing, boi
them god d-mn toys, do you know what i mean, boi?

now if you warrin’ and runnin’ from them, three-six n-gg-s
this forty-five gon’ give a reason to sleep, n-gg-
or bustin’ m-ssive ’round some s.k.
my last trip to a t l, i f-cked yo’ cascade
i’m strippin’ b-tches and i’ma ball f-cker with a limp
they call me infer stripper, s-xy, red hoe’s pimp
and quick to sink her on the n-gg- ’cause this what it’s ’bout
we rob that trick and stick his d-ck off in his f-ckin’ mouth
we memphis n-gg-s

north, north, south, south, westwood, orange mound
n-gg- we be smokin’ lite, never cha cha charlie brown
memphis n-gg-s in this b-tch, pockets full, ya know we bail
hooked up with my n-gg- ‘cris, then we head to a t l
playas wild, throwin’ bows, tellin’ chickens, “f-ck you hoe”
n-gg-s rollin’ optimo, snortin’ that white sh-t up they nose
mayne this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
juicy j be high as f-ck, catch me in the lost and found

better use common sense checkin’ me out for b-tch i can stand for
and up, get yaself in this clique
without my tongue licks, behind me gettin’ handcuffed by a sl-t
look, i’m from gittero what?
southside n-gg-s throw it up when it’s time to get buck
n-gg-s in the back of the club postin’ up
waitin’ for a n-gg- that’s new to make it up

as in, ain’t no askin’, it’s no tolerance as long b-tch check in
she with me, comments will only get’chu basically eternally resting
so abide by the code of the streets
if ya got a b-tch better keep her on a leash
‘cuz lil’ fate gonna creep in ya home while you gone
have you comin’ back findin’ nutt on yo’ sheets

- ludacris lyrics

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