No sleep Lyrics – ILY LONCEY
Singer: ILY LONCEY
Title: No sleep
We ain’t getting no sleep in this b#tch had a run up two hundred
Am with your mom in the trap house
Chuggin them jugs I know that you wouldn’t done it
Calling her name like a dog
I bet that you knew she was the mother f#cker coming
Mad a killing off the jug lil b#tch!
Look at my pocket that sh#t just be thumpin
Walk in the crib like I walk in the function!
I’ll buy your house with a 2-mill reduction
Smacking your thot with a two handed cuffin
You getting full but you getting stuff like mc stuffin
(uh) getting stuff off of the blames
Getting in trouble this sh#t all the same
Check out my pocket this sh#t ain’t no game!
Roll up your brother that bot talkin dank (ah)
b#tch i be feeling real famish
Am chasing green and you chasing the cabbagе (beep)
Heard the mac ten lil b#tch say hе vanished
Say you want beef lil b#tch don’t drag it
Made five bands off of screaming
Shawty went down she suck on my s#men
Suck on my soul like a mother f#cking demon
Boa sh#t lil b#tch we ain’t scheming
Hit up boa now am feeling so geeked up!
Made five bands lil b#tch come keep up
I ain’t pouring up a cill you sipping off a teacup
Imma need a bad b#tch give me head get my meat sucked
Look at the drank pour up the wok!
Let’s drink up!
Throw up the set you gon throwin the sink (yeah)
Hop in the cut you get cut like the mink cut!
That’s what you get for the mother f#cker drink up
We ain’t getting no sleep in this b#tch had a run up two hundred
Am with your mom in the trap house
Chuggin them jugs I know that you wouldn’t done it
Calling her name like a dog
I bet that you knew she was the mother f#cker coming
Mad a killing off the jug lil b#tch!
Look at my pocket that sh#t just be thumpin
Walk in the crib like I walk in the function!
I’ll buy your house with a 2-mill reduction
Smacking your thot with a two handed cuffin
You getting full but you getting stuff like mc stuffin
(uh) getting stuff off of the blames
Getting in trouble this sh#t all the same
Check out my pocket this sh#t ain’t no game!
Roll up your brother that bot talkin dank (ah)
b#tch i be feeling real famish
Am chasing green and you chasing the cabbage (beep)
Heard the mac ten lil b#tch say he vanished
Say you want beef lil b#tch don’t drag it
Made five bands off of screaming
Shawty went down she suck on my s#men
Suck on my soul like a mother f#cking demon
Boa sh#t lil b#tch we ain’t scheming
Hit up boa now am feeling so geeked up!
Made five bands lil b#tch come keep up
I ain’t pouring up a cill you sipping off a teacup
Imma need a bad b#tch give me head get my meat sucked
Look at the drank pour up the wok!
Let’s drink up!
Throw up the set you gon throwin the sink (yeah)
Hop in the cut you get cut like the mink cut!
That’s what you get for the mother f#cker drink up
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