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mg sleepy - sleep talking lyrics

[intro]
he say
i just, i just woke up
he say, n+gga, huh, i just
heh
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)
and they know how we

[verse 1]
i heard you was sleepin’ on a n+gga, this the aftermath
n+ggas in the city talkin’ brazy, i ain’t havin’ that
catch a n+gga lackin’, they gon’ ask you where your ratchet at
you know n+ggas shootin’ off the titty, ain’t no clappin’ back
glizzy got a fifty+pack, n+ggas totin’ single straps
b+tch, it’s crunch time and i done found out where the pringles at
i could pay a lil’ car note for your life and he’d bring it back
chopper got a body, tryna find out where to leave it at
dirty n+ggas hatin’ on the ten, i’ve been beepin’ that
tell them n+ggas go and get some money, thеy ain’t seein’ that
if you swerve on joyce thеn got evicted, where his pingin at?
had to hit a l!ck without a bl!cky, oh, he seen a flash
to keep it real, i robbed that n+gga blind, i should’ve beat his ass
legally coronavirus round so i could wear a mask
so literally it’s scary when you see me wearin’ blue and black
this a jugg ‘fit, a n+gga even got the aftermath
let him play crazy, glizzy knock a n+gga backwards fast
[interlude]
he said, huh
i’m the type of n+gga, i’m a backwards ass
okay
alright, listen

[verse 2]
let him play crazy, glizzy knock a n+gga backwards fast
i’m the type to shoot you ‘fore i rob you, i’m a backwards ass
said he lookin’ for me, i’m in the stu’ where the rappers at
coolin’ with a b+tch from canada, where the raptors at?
b+tch talkin’ ’bout she tryna f+ck, where her magnum at?
told the engineer i’m out the booth, where the bathroom at?
hit her through the rubber and a can where the trash be at
so technically, a n+gga left his kids in a plastic bag
psych, nah, my junior at the crib, i’m a happy dad
right now, i’m lookin’ for my sting, where cathy at?
b+tch, you gon’ quit smilin’ in my face, what you laughin’ at?
dropped a four inside a twenty+ounce and it made me laugh
picked my son up with dog sh+t, got the baby mad
told the b+tch that i’d shoot the crib in her baby dad
high as f+ck, got runtz and turtle pie in an eighthy bag
hundred+dollar eighth, you try to rob, i’ma bank your ass

[interlude]
i said lean get too close, i got my knife, i’ll shank his ass
’til his day he ain’t make cash
yeah, f+ck that sh+t, i said
[verse 3]
let him get too close, i got my knife, i’ll shank his ass
ray ray went to jail, and to this day, he ain’t make it back
free all of my n+ggas from the hood, they most hate his ass
when i say i’m posted on the ave’, i mean cleveland ass
told the engineer to cut the beat ‘fore i beat his ass
d+mn, he done made me mad
bum ass, quit sendin’ me your song when you know it’s ass
any way you pay me for a fee, b+tch, i need the cash
my young dog been droppin’ sh+t for free, he don’t need the bag

[outro]
f+ck n+gga, he don’t need the bag
i just, i just, i just woke up
he don’t need the bag
young dog been droppin’ sh+t for free, he don’t need the bag

- mg sleepy lyrics

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