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Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
2300
2300
Programming
Great John
Great John
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2300
2300
Songwriter
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Songwriter
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
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Great John
Great John
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2300
2300
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Lyrics

Ayy, 2300 Beats goin' crazy Great John on the beat, by the way Look, huh Tryna watch that money grow You know my heart cold, ain't no way you gettin' close I just got a bankroll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll Gotta make sure mama good 'fore I get my chain froze Trappin' out the same clothes Now tell me who had us when we ain't had nowhere to go? All I know is run up on them bitches, tryna catch a score Pull up on 'em, let it off, and then it's back to blowin' O's I ain't askin', bitch, I know We ain't fightin', we got poles Bitch, I battle anxiety just in case you wanna know Pack it up, I'm 'bout to go I think I might get a rope Sometimes I think I'm buggin', but I gotta stay afloat If you goin' through some pain, you ain't by yourself, huh You ain't by yourself I done seen some dark days, I ain't had no help, huh I ain't had no help Tryna watch that money grow You know my heart cold, ain't no way you gettin' close I just got a bankroll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll Gotta make sure mama good 'fore I get my chain froze Trappin' out the same clothes Now tell me who had us when we ain't had nowhere to go? I been flexin' back-to-back, I know they feelings hurtin' In a different type of bag, know this shit a Birkin I do drugs for the pain and I think it's workin' Yeah, we seen him on accident, but we shot on purpose Put that money where your mouth is, don't be cheap, nigga And if you in the street, better keep your heat with you We ain't talkin' to police, we ain't tryna speak, nigga You know that ain't your bitch, you keep tryna creep with her Swear I barely get no sleep, barely get no peace And I'ma crossover if a nigga try to reach I'm a dog with no leash, I'm on when it's beef And I'ma do the dash if the cops know the beat Look, huh Tryna watch that money grow You know my heart cold, ain't no way you gettin' close I just got a bankroll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll, 'roll Gotta make sure mama good 'fore I get my chain froze Trappin' out the same clothes Now tell me who had us when we ain't had nowhere to go?
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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