Slept On Songtext
von Prodigy
Slept On Songtext
Hey yo, my flow burns so hot
Im cooked like the coke up
Boy it will over scorch you,
Be a soldier on your frontline
Im wicked with the rapping
The sickest nigga on the drop
To bitches Im attractive
I make that pussy holla
Im good with shit man
Listen to the shit I say
Its perignon you dog, I pop like the bubbely
When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs
Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass
Mobocracy, live by mob rules
If niggas dont humble, they self re eat food
Who possibly, could stop me, I ask
Perhaps nigga not knowing I be going ham
Mob deep coming, put your woman in the stash
In delict, whenever I speak its straight cash
Hustle harder, go harder I mash
450k I made on the gas
They call me big time, big beats
Big raps, I get big chicks
Little rappers, they get stepped on
They dreams get crushed, Im not to be slept on
Im not to be slept on
Keep dreaming, Im not to be slept on
450 killer me is on the gas
Got bad ass bonnie, shot gun on my left
Feeling like Bonnie and Clyde
Mallory and Mickey, she giving nigga top
Like she tryna giving hicky
She handing me the pussy like she handing me the blicky
Right before you curled up, on you curb sticky
And its cl floated on smooth like the frisby
Man, what yall niggas wanna do, you cant really
The boys get up but the land get bizy
In the mix empire state boys
Bright lights, dark streets, welcome to my city
The capital of passion girl we get spiffy
mob hats counting money like the machine
Niggas start shit will resort to heavy metal
450kilometers on a pedal
They wanna catch me slip I move too fast
Internat P, check the numbers on the dash
They call me big time, big beats
Big raps, I get big chicks
Little rappers, they get stepped on
They dreams get crushed, Im not to be slept on
Im not to be slept on
Keep dreaming, Im not to be slept on.
Im cooked like the coke up
Boy it will over scorch you,
Be a soldier on your frontline
Im wicked with the rapping
The sickest nigga on the drop
To bitches Im attractive
I make that pussy holla
Im good with shit man
Listen to the shit I say
Its perignon you dog, I pop like the bubbely
When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs
Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass
Mobocracy, live by mob rules
If niggas dont humble, they self re eat food
Who possibly, could stop me, I ask
Perhaps nigga not knowing I be going ham
Mob deep coming, put your woman in the stash
In delict, whenever I speak its straight cash
Hustle harder, go harder I mash
450k I made on the gas
They call me big time, big beats
Big raps, I get big chicks
Little rappers, they get stepped on
They dreams get crushed, Im not to be slept on
Im not to be slept on
Keep dreaming, Im not to be slept on
450 killer me is on the gas
Got bad ass bonnie, shot gun on my left
Feeling like Bonnie and Clyde
Mallory and Mickey, she giving nigga top
Like she tryna giving hicky
She handing me the pussy like she handing me the blicky
Right before you curled up, on you curb sticky
And its cl floated on smooth like the frisby
Man, what yall niggas wanna do, you cant really
The boys get up but the land get bizy
In the mix empire state boys
Bright lights, dark streets, welcome to my city
The capital of passion girl we get spiffy
mob hats counting money like the machine
Niggas start shit will resort to heavy metal
450kilometers on a pedal
They wanna catch me slip I move too fast
Internat P, check the numbers on the dash
They call me big time, big beats
Big raps, I get big chicks
Little rappers, they get stepped on
They dreams get crushed, Im not to be slept on
Im not to be slept on
Keep dreaming, Im not to be slept on.
Writer(s): Albert <us 2> Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com