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Sleepy Hallow ft. Fousheé - Deep End Freestyle (Official Video Release)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
Fousheé
Fousheé
Vocals
Great John
Great John
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Jeremy Soto
Jeremy Soto
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
Britanny Fousheé
Britanny Fousheé
Songwriter
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer

Lyrics

Go off the deep end I don't think you wanna go off the deep end I don't think you wanna go off the deep end I don't think you wanna, give me a reason Great John on the beat by the way My body different Shawty said she tryna kick it I'm in her mouth sumn' like a dentist Cookin' up, I'm in the kitchen Big bro wildin', tryna catch a victim I took a L, but now I'm back gang winnin' Look, and I'm doin' well Don't even ask how I'm livin' Niggas ain't real, they cap Ridin' round with a seal laid back They told me to chill, I'm itching to clap If I pull up somebody get whacked Boy tie yo laces, niggas tripping Red lights we gon' skip it Fucked up, a new V we was dippin' From the police, I was drillin' Fuck it, let's skate on Run up a bag with my bro gods (Bro) Watch how I show off Step in the room, and she takin' her clothes off I ain't even say much, ain't even do much They like, "Sleepy, you too much" Know I got a bag, right? Huh, know I live a fast life? Said that she fell in love, met her last night Said she want this shit for life Girl you must be dumb, no you not the type (What?) No I'm not the type I think I was lost in the past life, came back now my cash right Said you want the sauce, I can get you right But it's heavyweight, not light Bro keep the strap sumn' like a dyke He be shootin', he dont like to fight Aight, I could get you wrapped up like a gift Smoked up like a spliff Choppa tell 'em back up, or get hit Got my racks up, now I'm lit I could get you packed up in this bitch And my blood blue, 'cause I'm crip Fanny pack, full of hunnids (That's a fact) I just reached out my waist, see ya runnin' (Fuck outta here) Bitches say a nigga stuntin, (Stuntin') Know how they hate that I came up from nothin' Backed out, get the drum in (Baow, baow) I'ma show a nigga how I'm comin' I was down, now I'm up in (Now I'm up) They was hatin' on me, now they lovin' (Oh wait, hold on) Go off the deep end I don't think you wanna go off the deep end I don't think you wanna go off the deep end I don't think you wanna, give me a reason
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Brittany Foushee, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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