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mg sleepy - peter griffin lyrics

[intro]
i just+ i just woke up
(e+e+enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: mg sleepy]
i’ve been hurt so many times i can’t hurt no more
f+cked around and quit my lil job i can’t work no more
n+gga remember high speeds with no where to go
i ain’t give a f+ck, i pushed the pedal til the engine broke
really had to take some risks but you’ll never know
was really sticking n+ggas for they sh+t, i never bought a pole
clip full of bald heads, mister amber rose
any n+gga go against the grain then they gotta go
b+tch rip to snapz, they hurt a n+gga soul
crazy thing about it i don’t even know who did it though
i just know i’m 10 toes on my pivot though
i gotta keep a pole for repercussions n+ggas really hoes
why these n+ggas hating on us, i dont even know
you worried about some ice, i need a brick we got 2 different goals
you can catch me in the trap or in the studio
bust a couple zips, throwing dimes, ricky rubio

[verse 2: liltae2]
n+ggas b+tches
and i know the real, yall n+ggas snitching
keep a .33 but i’m not talking scottie pippen
you can’t tell me sh+t because on my momma i won’t listen
and i grew up in a place where they refer to as the trenches
b+tch if you ain’t f+cking on my momma you can’t kick it
she wasn’t doing sh+t i told that b+tch to get to tricking
n+ggas get hit up for trying to put me in they mentions
he was talking on the gram, his family mad because he missing
glizzy with extensions, we want all the tension
we been in the game, (where?) yall been on the benches
pull up on yo block, wiping sh+t just like some dishes
i’ve been chasing paper, give a f+ck about them b+tches

[verse 3: 10ta lil a]
why the f+ck these broke n+ggas talking out they mouth
i ain’t finna play with n0body i am not a slouch
broa sit a n+gga down like he was on the couch
i’m the type to shoot the scene up, then i’m rolling out

ay, b+tch, f+ck a rolling loud
i be with the 10 over east and we rolling loud
you still running off with zips, n+gga you a clown
and keep this sh+t 100 i feel like i sold 1,000 pounds

ay, listen up we finna touch bases
all these rap n+ggas cap, and they just faking
riding through the city with a stick so i don’t like racing
and i ain’t showing to your party if its not shaking
matter of fact, i ain’t showing up, if you not paying
you got a gun, i got a gun, so what is you saying?
sending all them threats so when you see me better start spraying
feeling like im boss because i can shoot it with my left hand

(b+tch)

dummy, look, lemme show you something
i’m on the field, calling plays but i ain’t coaching nothing
brodie pulled up with a bag and i ain’t even want it
pouring up those 4’s back to back f+cking up my stomach
hold on, b+tch, yeah i get to tripping
up this big b+tch and get to shooting, i ain’t ever missing
smoking on this baggie, came from cali, call it peter griffin
run off with a bag, then that’s your ass, my n+ggas on a mission

- mg sleepy lyrics

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