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The Sun coming up I'm too lazy to sleep Catch me juggin in the streets or I'm lacing the beats Ooh Skeet skeet fake love you can keep Cheat sheet hear your girl is a geek Put good with the Grief I'm mean with the leaf for relief Imma chief till my brain is delete It's Brick Wall street Tall coffee on E gas got me all drowsy but still can't sleep A Bad ass hoe I won't keep her pool deep but you so last week Don't Starbucks tweak Joans something to be unique Talk cheap cheap all she do is tweet My pillow too hot just plot on pissing in pots Resist a glimpse at the clock like cops when you at a stops I sprint to the gaup Don't pop off hip with no hop Ziplock your bitch finna talk By Docks missing or in chalk Drunk whippin' I pitch myself Should help me out with my health Melt under her bible belt Ass felt like my Roosevelts Overwhelming choosing wealth Jack cards what the dealer dealt Get in pussy with the stealth I told her rate me on Yelp Whatever helps you sleep at night Taking flights off kryptonite No smoke give her pipe or lean a lil ice Cause how I rock the mic make hoes think I'm nice She wanna do it twice I is and ain't ya type The Sun coming up I'm too lazy to sleep Catch me juggin in the streets or I'm lacing the beats Ooh Skeet skeet fake love you can keep Cheat sheet hear your girl is a geek Put good with the Grief I'm mean with the leaf for relief Imma chief till my brain is delete It's Brick Wall street Tall coffee on E gas got me all drowsy but still can't sleep My new bitch stay on fleek My new freak but the same physique Lets keep shit brief Boxer when she wanna beef Keep sleek heat She won't be unleashed Play her ass like bongos She doin' lines like congas Can't see a nigga like Waldo Finna buy a new condo Cool with my hermanos Kush loud yours mono Ride me doin' the Mambo Music keeps me up cypher in my dreams She be biting on my jeans Cold with no promethazine For insta grams don't message me Street game no referees Leave her buns sesame Rise dough in recipe If I'm too lazy to eat She might go crazy and geek And try to get slayed by my peeps Bitch that whole game is deceased New cheeks you either pay for or lease If I stay with a streak of winning can say that I peaked but The Sun coming up I'm too lazy to sleep Catch me juggin in the streets or I'm lacing the beats Ooh Skeet skeet fake love you can keep Cheat sheet hear your girl is a geek Put good with the Grief I'm mean with the leaf for relief Imma chief till my brain is delete It's Brick Wall street Tall coffee on E gas got me all drowsy but still can't sleep Thot bitch think she so deep Head can't reach but she call me teach My goons say preach Hot mess take her drinks neat she leak leak just to play them creeps All seen your nudes nothing new Loves the crew what she do Not a clue calls you boo Said who for a minute or two Them shorts higher than you Blew blue faces met Dr.Drew Good head shut up lies Sleep we don't try My eyes the only thing reliable I think of mine Revenge from behind From time to time limb remind to keep you in line Eyes say bitch ain't blind You can't close your blinds Or legs and sex is not your edge Try my new line of beds dread hoes who love my dreads These hoes got a list as long as Craig's Need sausage for ya eggs I'm all about my bread but The Sun coming up I'm too lazy to sleep Catch me juggin in the streets or I'm lacing the beats Ooh Skeet skeet fake love you can keep Cheat sheet hear your girl is a geek Put good with the Grief I'm mean with the leaf for relief Imma chief till my brain is delete It's Brick Wall street Tall coffee on E gas got me all drowsy but still can't sleep
Writer(s): Philip Ginoba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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