No Sleep Songtext
von Clyde Carson
No Sleep Songtext
Aye, treat me like a king, I desire to be pappin′
Came too far to be living like Samta Rarebre
Gettin' pussy on campus, told me when she see me
"Can′t wait to turn cash in carefree"
Effortless, I don't live by Clide, Clide wreck the shit
Really, MJ bout mine, without the extra years
All extra planing will have extra tears
We back to back on the highway
Really on the hunt, dawg
Hit about five states, gone for a month
Blowin' bomb in the SS, got a hair press, holdin up a face
Put her hand: "are we there yet?"
Sun down, high hopes pullin′ in the town
No sleep
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I didn′t ask for this, you chose up
Before you came around, I been good
You wanna hang around like clothes, huh?
Betta hang yo ass, oh, I should
I need another brake to froze up
Fucked around and stole a Rolex
I came around with both the dozer
She ain't even know I had that
Slick moves, need some tissues
Shittin′ on 'em, sittin′ on 'em
Rims cuttin′ up the block when they bend the corner
Call the corner, American Muscle and got foreigner
So basically, you are...
Can't complain when you moving too slow
Say we treat you so bad like Club Luvone
Under yo eyes is bad, but the dough is up
No sleep
Came too far to be living like Samta Rarebre
Gettin' pussy on campus, told me when she see me
"Can′t wait to turn cash in carefree"
Effortless, I don't live by Clide, Clide wreck the shit
Really, MJ bout mine, without the extra years
All extra planing will have extra tears
We back to back on the highway
Really on the hunt, dawg
Hit about five states, gone for a month
Blowin' bomb in the SS, got a hair press, holdin up a face
Put her hand: "are we there yet?"
Sun down, high hopes pullin′ in the town
No sleep
()
I didn′t ask for this, you chose up
Before you came around, I been good
You wanna hang around like clothes, huh?
Betta hang yo ass, oh, I should
I need another brake to froze up
Fucked around and stole a Rolex
I came around with both the dozer
She ain't even know I had that
Slick moves, need some tissues
Shittin′ on 'em, sittin′ on 'em
Rims cuttin′ up the block when they bend the corner
Call the corner, American Muscle and got foreigner
So basically, you are...
Can't complain when you moving too slow
Say we treat you so bad like Club Luvone
Under yo eyes is bad, but the dough is up
No sleep
Writer(s): Nyle Parrish, Shomari Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com