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Sleep Talking
2,003
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sleep Talking was released on October 31, 2020 by Equity Distribution as a part of the album Sleep Talking - Single
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Release DateOctober 31, 2020
LabelEquity Distribution
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM192

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mg Sleepy
Mg Sleepy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avion Smith
Avion Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ruelstopplaying
Ruelstopplaying
Producer

Lyrics

He say
I just, I just woke up
He say, ****, huh, I just
Heh
(Reuel, stop playin' with these ****)
And they know how we
I heard you was sleepin' on a ****, this the aftermath
**** in the city talkin' brazy, I ain't havin' that
Catch a **** lackin', they gon' ask you where your ratchet at
You know **** shootin' off the titty, ain't no clappin' back
Glizzy got a fifty-pack, **** totin' single straps
Bitch, it's crunch time and I done found out where the Pringles at
I could pay a lil' car note for your life and he'd bring it back
Chopper got a body, tryna find out where to leave it at
Dirty **** hatin' on the ten, I've been beepin' that
Tell them **** go and get some money, they ain't seein' that
If you swerve on Joyce then got evicted, where his pingin at?
Had to hit a lick without a blicky, oh, he seen a flash
To keep it real, I robbed that **** blind, I should've beat his ass
Legally Coronavirus round so I could wear a mask
So literally it's scary when you see me wearin' blue and black
This a jugg 'fit, a **** even got the aftermath
Let him play crazy, glizzy knock a **** backwards fast
He said, huh
I'm the type of ****, I'm a backwards ass
Okay
Alright, listen
Let him play crazy, glizzy knock a **** backwards fast
I'm the type to shoot you 'fore I rob you, I'm a backwards ass
Said he lookin' for me, I'm in the stu' where the rappers at
Coolin' with a bitch from Canada, where the Raptors at?
Bitch talkin' 'bout she tryna fuck, where her Magnum at?
Told the engineer I'm out the booth, where the bathroom at?
Hit her through the rubber and a can where the trash be at
So technically, a **** left his kids in a plastic bag
Psych, nah, my junior at the crib, I'm a happy dad
Right now, I'm lookin' for my sting, where Cathy at?
Bitch, you gon' quit smilin' in my face, what you laughin' at?
Dropped a four inside a twenty-ounce and it made me laugh
Picked my son up with dog shit, got the baby mad
Told the bitch that I'd shoot the crib in her baby dad
High as fuck, got Runtz and Turtle Pie in an eighthy bag
Hundred-dollar eighth, you try to rob, I'ma bank your ass
I said lean get too close, I got my knife, I'll shank his ass
'Til his day he ain't make cash
Yeah, fuck that shit, I said
Let him get too close, I got my knife, I'll shank his ass
Ray Ray went to jail, and to this day, he ain't make it back
Free all of my **** from the hood, they most hate his ass
When I say I'm posted on the ave', I mean Cleveland ass
Told the engineer to cut the beat 'fore I beat his ass
Damn, he done made me mad
Bum ass, quit sendin' me your song when you know it's ass
Any way you pay me for a fee, bitch, I need the cash
My young dog been droppin' shit for free, he don't need the bag
Fuck ****, he don't need the bag
I just, I just, I just woke up
He don't need the bag
Young dog been droppin' shit for free, he don't need the bag
Written by: Avion Smith
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