CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Sleeping
Yeah they used to call me biggest loser now they right I'm living Large
Street magician with the plastic tell a b*t*h to pick a card
HNIC getting head n***a still in charge
Hot boy never been cold but my feelings are
Hundreds, fifties, twenties motherf**k them ones they gotta go
Only George Washington we acknowledge is Carver though
Peanut b***er leather seats dropping off my Compton hoe
I Named my hammer "Black Lives Matter" let the coppers know
Them coppers , they just wanna stop us though
Motherf**k poli-i-ice 'cause I'm coppin' mo'
Working around the clock like the hands that's on my watch fo sho'
That mean I'm touching numbers motherf**kers know I'm clocking Dough
You can't f**k with D yea that's D to the E B O
This ain't Game Of Thrones but game get thrown
Like that TV-Show
Drive a chick up the wall
You know what that's called? That's called wall street
I'ma go coffin deep 'till she fall asleep that's way past balls deep
(Ay ay)
What's happening baby slow it up (slow)
Twist that bottle pour it up (pour)
Easy call we we going up (go)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (yeah)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
What what what what what what what
What's happening baby slow it up (slow)
Twist that bottle pour it up (pour)
Easy call we we going up (go)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (yeah)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
What what what what what what what
Like a flag on a flagpole is raising mof**ker
I started from the bottom now I'm wavy mof**ker (yeah)
Dominick, my self, Deme, Kenny, Andrew
Put my whole fam in quarantine a bunch of sick a** dudes
Party with bad a** b*t*hes oh yeah my b*t*h bad too
You would bring sand to the beach, if you had this sound (ooh)
Your b*t*h wanna suck my d**k and she put that on everything
Wanna put her mouth on me
But don't she put that on everything?
Your b*t*h wanna jump my broom and she don't want a wedding Ring
Come shine this hard wood girl you know my floor is hella clean
Jump in that bat mobile I'm finna drive it up the avenue
Gotta keep a gotta stash spot know I keep a gat or two
Know y'all wonder how us real MC's still stacking loot
You ain't got a question mark y'all n***as ain't got a clue
Tell y'all n***as straight up like the ad-lib from Travis Scott
(Straight up)
We finna kill the game don't give a f**k if you mad or not
Yup, It matters not picking every padded lock
When your chick see me her heart races like the baddest cop
I'ma buy my fam property and cribs so I'll be touring (okay)
Valet on the hill like it's property for Lauren (okay)
I just wanna smoke till overdose *coughing*
Okay okay okay I'm okay
And with drama I'm like mirrors I display the opposite
But If I need the llama then of in the ground ops'll sit
Yup, It matters not picking every padded lock
When your chick see me her heart races like the baddest cop (ugh)
That's your chick? I can make her all mine (yup)
'Cause I go off in every line (yup)
You never go offline (yup)
You only spend small time (yup)
Your homies are small time
My homies be killing sh*t
Get coffins that's all pine (ugh)
A pot head I tell you what you will not see
That's me f**king with that white like a nazi
What's happening baby slow it up (slow)
Twist that bottle pour it up (pour)
Easy call we we going up (go)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (yeah)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
What what what what what what what
What's happening baby slow it up (slow)
Twist that bottle pour it up (pour)
Easy call we we going up (go)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (yeah)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
What what what what what what what
Street magician with the plastic tell a b*t*h to pick a card
HNIC getting head n***a still in charge
Hot boy never been cold but my feelings are
Hundreds, fifties, twenties motherf**k them ones they gotta go
Only George Washington we acknowledge is Carver though
Peanut b***er leather seats dropping off my Compton hoe
I Named my hammer "Black Lives Matter" let the coppers know
Them coppers , they just wanna stop us though
Motherf**k poli-i-ice 'cause I'm coppin' mo'
Working around the clock like the hands that's on my watch fo sho'
That mean I'm touching numbers motherf**kers know I'm clocking Dough
You can't f**k with D yea that's D to the E B O
This ain't Game Of Thrones but game get thrown
Like that TV-Show
Drive a chick up the wall
You know what that's called? That's called wall street
I'ma go coffin deep 'till she fall asleep that's way past balls deep
(Ay ay)
What's happening baby slow it up (slow)
Twist that bottle pour it up (pour)
Easy call we we going up (go)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (yeah)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
What what what what what what what
What's happening baby slow it up (slow)
Twist that bottle pour it up (pour)
Easy call we we going up (go)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (yeah)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
What what what what what what what
Like a flag on a flagpole is raising mof**ker
I started from the bottom now I'm wavy mof**ker (yeah)
Dominick, my self, Deme, Kenny, Andrew
Put my whole fam in quarantine a bunch of sick a** dudes
Party with bad a** b*t*hes oh yeah my b*t*h bad too
You would bring sand to the beach, if you had this sound (ooh)
Your b*t*h wanna suck my d**k and she put that on everything
Wanna put her mouth on me
But don't she put that on everything?
Your b*t*h wanna jump my broom and she don't want a wedding Ring
Come shine this hard wood girl you know my floor is hella clean
Jump in that bat mobile I'm finna drive it up the avenue
Gotta keep a gotta stash spot know I keep a gat or two
Know y'all wonder how us real MC's still stacking loot
You ain't got a question mark y'all n***as ain't got a clue
Tell y'all n***as straight up like the ad-lib from Travis Scott
(Straight up)
We finna kill the game don't give a f**k if you mad or not
Yup, It matters not picking every padded lock
When your chick see me her heart races like the baddest cop
I'ma buy my fam property and cribs so I'll be touring (okay)
Valet on the hill like it's property for Lauren (okay)
I just wanna smoke till overdose *coughing*
Okay okay okay I'm okay
And with drama I'm like mirrors I display the opposite
But If I need the llama then of in the ground ops'll sit
Yup, It matters not picking every padded lock
When your chick see me her heart races like the baddest cop (ugh)
That's your chick? I can make her all mine (yup)
'Cause I go off in every line (yup)
You never go offline (yup)
You only spend small time (yup)
Your homies are small time
My homies be killing sh*t
Get coffins that's all pine (ugh)
A pot head I tell you what you will not see
That's me f**king with that white like a nazi
What's happening baby slow it up (slow)
Twist that bottle pour it up (pour)
Easy call we we going up (go)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (yeah)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
What what what what what what what
What's happening baby slow it up (slow)
Twist that bottle pour it up (pour)
Easy call we we going up (go)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (yeah)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
All my n***as West Coast as f**k (ayh)
What what what what what what what
