At The Dinner Lyrics – Sleepy Rose
Singer: Sleepy Rose
Title: At The Dinner
{?} She benefitin us
This sh#t forever like {?}
44, 12 I got
44, 12 I got snakes like a slither
Hit it right if you wanna be a winner
Ya i Have mink coats and it ain’t winter
Me and pops Pete toastin at the dinner
Ya, Im just sittin back smokin my pen
Put a cotton ball in}your {?} Talk with {?}
Let the sh#t soak in
Wait, What what?
Ima kick the door in then
Get in that b#tch we gon break it
Pimpin reek on me, you know Im gon shake it
This a different me and no I ain’t fakin
Charter boy for cap, they know he ain’t take it
Pimpin, meet me, Im clean as a b#tch
Ye ain’t sleep better not foget the list
Sеnd a hit, ye better not еven try to diss
Im on probation just {?} Shhh
Better look right now you better look left
Straight out the kitchen flip sh#t like a chef
f#ck with Shakisha, she bring me {?}
Im In this b#tch with my vato’s
Them boys g#ngb#ngin like lotto
That boy look like he hit lotto (bricks)
1942 the {?}
Im fron the south side like {?}
Play woth that boy then you gettin rolled
Play with my phone I ain’t pick it up
APD came and they pick me up
I told them folks cause the bank roll stuck
Down in my {?}
When he grab that b#tch started wiggin
From the back and I knock off her wiggy
God Damn this b#tch look like piggy God Damn
Air 250 me, I switch up the rim
Add a lil data I geek up the rim
f#ck with a rat, we gon change up the sound
Sound like a snake when his body go down
Talk with a {?} and im fresh off a {?}
Kiss on her tittties I like that sh#t perky
I ain’t gon know im still with {?}
Open my mouth and watch that b#tch surf me
Get in that b#tch we gon break it
Pimpin reek on me, you know Im gon shake it
This a different me and no I ain’t fakin
Charter boy for cap, they know he ain’t take it
Pimpin, meet me, Im clean as a b#tch
Ye ain’t sleep better not foget the list
Send a hit, ye better not even try to diss
Im on probation just {?} Shhh
Better look right now you better look left
Straight out the kitchen flip sh#t like a chef
f#ck with Shakisha, she bring me {?}
Im In this b#tch with my vato’s
Them boys g#ngb#ngin like lotto
That boy look like he hit lotto (bricks)
1942 the {?}
Im fron the south side like {?}
In high demand, there ain’t no touching us
She went from {?} too crushin us
We step out the sprinter they rushin us
I know a few killers, my brotha one
You touchin my chain then im punchin some
n#gg#s sweeters than some punch of sumtin
How can I trip when my shoe tied?
n#gg# got killed workin both sides
f#ck aroiund sleep, peekin both eyes
Had to bust in that ho, she was too fine
Thick b#tch she built like a bullet
Wrote that boy name on my {?} list
Shorty that he was bully until he ate metal
n#gg# had wanna be famous
Put him on news, I Had to help him
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