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Sleepy Hallow ft. Sheff G - Don't Panic (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
Great John
Great John
Programming
Sheff G
Sheff G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Songwriter
Michael Kyle Williams
Michael Kyle Williams
Songwriter
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer

Lyrics

Great John on the beat, by the way Hold on, huh I make this shit look... Hold on, hold on, look, huh I make this shit look good, uh Flexin' on 'em 'cause I could, run up on me, wish you would, look Turn the bad into good, and I'm still up in the hood, huh Ask about me, boy, I'm good, look Homie just threw me a pack, look, no he ain't gettin' it back Niggas ain't real, man, I know they cap Said it twice 'cause I know that's facts Hold on, course he's a bitch, want beef, he season shit Frost all of that demon shit, free Fresh, he leavin' shit, wait She wanna fuck today, but I'm gettin' bucks today Chopper on me, you get brushed today Guess you outta luck today, wait Better not up them rates Hold on, huh, better not up them rates Better not up them rates Look, you will get touched, no base, huh, look Stay with a brush, no toothpaste You would get baked, no soufflé, look, look Really send shots, no 2K, you will get hit, no touché, yeah Lay down on your back, if you put up a front Shit get lit, call it dynamite, huh Know that we run the city like Dunkin' But you know a donut could die tonight, huh, look We don't call bluffs like poker Move funny, that shit'll get crazy Pop me a Perc', I was feelin' too lazy, ay Know I be saucin', gravy, huh I be like, "Fuck you, pay me" Know I got drip, my shit too wavy Cop packs like crack in the '80s You will get stretched like doubts, don't play me Straps up like we don't want babies, ay And we give no fucks today, huh Send this bitch up today Run up on me, test your luck today Yellow tape, they gon' investigate, ay I make this shit look good, uh Flexin' on 'em 'cause I could, run up on me, wish you would, look Turn the bad into good, and I'm still up in the hood, huh Ask about me, boy, I'm good, huh Too good, we make this shit look too easy Ride around town, just me, Sleepy You'll get wet up, no squeegee Ay, uh, move sneaky Bad bitch with me, shit too beefy Can't take a L, we too greasy I just came back from a money meetin' Ay, huh, gang tweakin' He tried to run up, now he bleedin' Fuck up a check like I don't need it Now we eat good, no cold pizza Ay, ay, now we eat good, that's all seasons Ay, wait, she wanna take pics like Mon' Lisa, ay
Writer(s): Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Tegan Chambers, Jeremy Soto, Michael Kyle Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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