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ludacris - go to sleep lyrics

feat. infamous 2-0, lil’ fate, three-6 mafia)

[hook 3x]
go to sleep, hoe to sleep, go to sleep, hoe to sleep
if you’re tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe to sleep

[ludacris]
maaan, i tell a hoe to go to sleep (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 con-tent
then about where your time spent
mess around get your guys hit; a ten huuut!
i send three-six ol’ sheeyit, n-gga whaaat?
if ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
but’chu you won’t wrap up ya bandages, or h-ll you would

[infamous 2-0]
n-gga 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 (t-ti boi), 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-ggas 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

[hook 4x]
[crunchy black]
b-tch it’s me again, kickin’ in your f-ckin’ doors
i look for div-idends – i ain’t lookin’ for you hoes
you b-tch can’t com-prehend; let me put one in ya bro
let me put one in ya bro, so you n-ggas 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?

[dj paul]
now if you warrin’ and runnin’ from them three-six n-ggas
this forty-five gon’ give a reason to sleep, n-gga
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-gga ’cause this what it’s ’bout
we rob that trick and stick his d-ck off in his f-ckin’ mouth
we memphis n-ggas

[hook 4x]
[juicy j]
north, north, south, south, westwood, orange mound
n-gga we be smokin’ lite; never cha cha charlie brown
memphis n-ggas in this b-tch; pockets full, ya know we bail
hooked up with my n-gga ‘cris, then we head to a-t-l
playas wild, throwin’ bows, tellin’ chickens, “f-ck you hoe!”
n-ggas 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

[lil’ fate]
better use common sense checkin’ me out for b-tch i can stand for
and up, get yaself in this clique
without my tongue l!cks, behind me gettin’ handcuffed by a sl-t
look, i’m from gittero what?
southside n-ggas throw it up when it’s time to get buck
n-ggas in the back of the club postin’ up
waitin’ for a n-gga that’s new to make it up
as in, ain’t no askin’; it’s no tolerance as long b-tch check in
she wit’ 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

[hook 4x]

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