close the door (feat. coolitjp)
Sleepwaka
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Yeah Yeah I know that she with me Versace Alyx Amiri jeans I want all the kills it's a killing-spree I got so many bodies like I went on a killstreak I know she got a body but I know that she from the streets She sippin on Pink Whitney i'm sippin Triss Yeah she sippin on pink whitney i'm sippin triss I can't trust nobody but designer all on my body Die by my side all hoes around me I can't fold on no origami Sometimes I feel like no one got me Bloody dead man walking in the lobby I'm Rick Owens stepping dead men walking in my pockets it's a hobby Got a bad bitch do coke Whitney Bobby Married to the game to myself like Rodman Riding through Batman save the hood Robin Running up another mil and I ain't even jogging Keep fucking with the bird hoes I know they be flocking Kick him in the dirt wonder if they ever found him I'm the typa nigga that's gon f*ck and bring ya mom out Got her goin down south That bitch gimme chin so I hit her with a roundhouse In the bed sleep I don't hear nothing all I hear is sleep Remember I had no hope feel like it was only me And everybody act like they is team Do you know how sick that makes me They switching up like Mary Kate and Ashley Can't even go out in public they harassing Smoking on the Scooby Doo fucking on Daphne Get the f*ck up out my face don't even ask me F*ck that bitch missing me she forever fasting I'm needing you to suck me up thanks for asking We don't even get along bitch still gassing Climb another rank it's a test i'm passing I don't even f*ck with these niggas no actually I three sixty pulling niggas cards contractually I love BOA make another transaction I be in a all white fucking in the back end We dressing in all white in a black Benz Two doves fly away and we matching We light another blunt I put you in the past tense She know I rock mad Rick we can go to Dallas Take her out the country to a palace I'm ready play ball now my shirt is palace I'm sippin ona red ink out a fucking chalice I wanna go to wonderland I see Alice These bitches losing Sleep so I know she mad pissed You say that you is real but I know you cappin This pussy nigga lost think you need another map kid I'm hangin with the templars like assassins These niggas saving hoes you don't even know where that been Ain't seeing where I go cuz i'm in a black tint Ugh Ugh Still sippin Trissy wonder if you with me Say you're with me
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