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Sleepy Hallow - Tension (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer

Letra

(Great John on the beat by the way) I can't tell 'em what I do 'til it's done, we let it rain, ain't no sun And we gon' pull up with the gang, can't get no one-on-one's The homies say I'm the one, I woke up and he run And boy, we known to let it bang, we don't care where you from That .40 beat like a drum, puttin' pain, ain't no punk My niggas know I never change if we get in the slumps True to gang, know we do the most And bitch, I'm riding with my brothers We been through the most, bullets ripping through his coat I know they losing hope, most of my niggas fighting years, but they won't grab the rope I had to bring that choppa with me, went to link a hoe, that's how I made it home And you can keep your clothes on, I only want the dome Strapped up, no lacking for us 'Member nights I'm in this trap, stop no package for us, probably come and snatch up yours Pop out, ain't got no worries Know my niggas get to shootin' like we Stephen Curry (like we Stephen Curry) Hop out, doing damage Shorty think she dancing on a dick, but that's the Hammer Duck the Federales, tryna stay up off the camera I hope it don't jam, this pussy gotta get blamed I can't tell 'em what I do 'til it's done, we let it rain, ain't no sun And we gon' pull up with the gang, can't get no one-on-one's The homies say I'm the one, I woke up and he run And boy, we known to let it bang, we don't care where you from That .40 beat like a drum, puttin' pain, ain't no punk My niggas know I never change if we get in the slumps True to gang, know we do the most And bitch, I'm riding with my brothers We been through the most, bullets ripping through his coat Checking, get to flexin' Whole gang eating and we coming in for seconds And we gon' play the front, tell 'em pull up with the back end Security buggin', how the fuck we gon' get the strap in Do 'em like he hit the stage, we gon' get the clappin' Four, five, six and nigga, we head cracking And don't care 'bout what he jackin', no fashion, get the black in Lil' belly pistol packing, you dying if you lackin', uh-huh, yeah Bitch, I been the man Running through them bands, your favorite rapper a fan Wanna fuck up on a beach, bitch, I'm too black for a tan Just meet me at the telly with like 30 of your friends I got dirty in my cup, and gun up in my hand Lotta niggas broke in person but they sturdy on the 'gram Off a Perky, not a Xan', I made her leave her man But she know I ain't loving, I'ma leave her where she stand I can't tell 'em what I do 'til it's done, we let it rain, ain't no sun And we gon' pull up with the gang, can't get no one-on-one's The homies say I'm the one, I woke up and he run And boy, we known to let it bang, we don't care where you from That .40 beat like a drum, puttin' pain, ain't no punk My niggas know I never change if we get in the slumps True to gang, know we do the most And bitch, I'm riding with my brothers We been through the most, bullets ripping through his coat
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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