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xavtimer - sleepin' lyrics

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[hook]

i don’t get it i don’t get it

sleepin’ on me b+tch boy quit it

see the windows yeah they tinted

copped a bag just to spend it

need them digits

need them digits

hit that b+tch up just to hit it

hit it

heard you knockin at the door just gimmie a f+ckin minute

gimmie a minute

gimmie a minute

no i don’t get it
no i don’t get it

new designer got it fitted

not givin up i’m committed

i just doubled up my cup up then i poured anotha pint

keep a thousand g’s stashed on me call that sh+t a terabyte

100 yard dash from twelve like a track meet need me 3 stripes

bad b+tch on me good goodnight

buss that sh+t for the pipe

[verse 1]

all my sh+t clean cut like a razor she doin lines off the table

she a hoe stage name was maple

swinging home runs like a cradle

hit em wit the double x given upper cuts them sh+ts fatal
i can’t trust n0body keep a pole i ain’t good with betrayal

love all my slime like a snail

make mama proud i won’t fail

do the dash ain’t goin to jail

i want brain i want the tail

hold on tight got smoke inhaled

let lose blow smoke i exhale

add it up math ixl

at the top but i excel

i can’t hear you talkin sh+t boy can you send me them in brail

[hook]

i don’t get it i don’t get it

sleepin’ on me b+tch boy quit it
see the windows yeah they tinted

copped a bag just to spend it

need them digits

need them digits

hit that b+tch up just to hit it

hit it

heard you knockin at the door just gimmie a f+ckin minute

gimmie a minute

gimmie a minute

no i don’t get it

no i don’t get it

new designer got it fitted

not givin up i’m committed

i just doubled up my cup up then i poured anotha pint

keep a thousand g’s stashed on me call that sh+t a terabyte

100 yard dash from twelve like a track meet need me 3 stripes

bad b+tch on me good goodnight

buss that sh+t for the pipe

[verse 2]

ay yuh ay yuh

that sh+t tough

that sh+t tough

got no l just a dub

at the club f+ck it up

she want love not enough

for these b+tches i can’t love

in the moshpit push and shovin

flowing with heat like a f+ckin oven

got these blunts by the dozen

engine start push a b+tton

stunting no repercussions

no repercussions

no repercussions

no repercussions

feelin sick off some of some sh+t might need some need some robitussin

[hook]

i don’t get it i don’t get it

sleepin’ on me b+tch boy quit it

see the windows yeah they tinted

copped a bag just to spend it

need them digits

need them digits

hit that b+tch up just to hit it

hit it

heard you knockin at the door just gimmie a f+ckin minute

gimmie a minute

gimmie a minute

no i don’t get it

no i don’t get it

new designer got it fitted

not givin up i’m committed

i just doubled up my cup up then i poured anotha pint

keep a thousand g’s stashed on me call that sh+t a terabyte

100 yard dash from twelve like a track meet need me 3 stripes

bad b+tch on me good goodnight

buss that sh+t for the pipe



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