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put ‘em to sleep - bartbourne lyrics

[chorus]

n*gga woke me outta my sleep
now i’m finna put a b*tch n*gga to sleep
n*n*gga woke me outta my sleep
now i’m finna put a b*tch n*gga to sleep
n*n*gga woke me outta my sleep
now i’m finna put a b*tch n*gga to sleep
n*n*gga woke me outta my sleep
now i’m finna put a b*tch n*gga to sleep
he ain’t got bands n*ggas we can all see
kick a n*gga ass like my name jet li
put ‘em on the news, put ‘em on a white tee
stomp a n*gga out , n*gga in my white jeans (white jeans)
she ain’t want me to tell em nah
i might just go tell em yah
that don’t make me a snitch
i was just tryna tell em i was f*cking his b*tch
ar 15 got a glock with a d*ck
ig model wanna pose for a pic
walking dead yea i feel like i’m rick
stomp a n*gga out in my mothaf*ckin ricks
she wanna f*ck wit me, but she got kids
nah i’m good sh*t, i’m just tryna hit
make it make sеnse , make a mothaf*cka fit
i always been making money sеnse i was a kid
my hoes they fire b*tch they never mid
[verse 1]

let his body drop make it hit to the floor
knock a n*gga down how we open the door
ap watch, how i keep to two * toned
i’m with gang yea we coming off strong
leave a opp dead yea we leave a n*gga hoe’d
shoot a n*gga up yea leave ‘em with six holes
n*gga a weirdo he be sucking on hoes
posted in dubai, i got a new ride
tell me who tf*, who tf is this new guy
n*gga a trader , he be playing on both sides
you got the ball, but n*gga you sold
n*ggas be trapping, we stay with two phones
i’m on the rise n*gga i’m finna blow
off of the head, n*gga off of the dome
hearts on my body, yea i’m rocking that chrome

[chorus]

n*gga woke me outta my sleep
now i’m finna put a b*tch n*gga to sleep
n*n*gga woke me outta my sleep
now i’m finna put a b*tch n*gga to sleep
n*n*gga woke me outta my sleep
now i’m finna put a b*tch n*gga to sleep
n*n*gga woke me outta my sleep
now i’m finna put a b*tch n*gga to sleep
he ain’t got bands n*ggas we can all see
kick a n*gga ass like my name jet li
put ‘em on the news, put ‘em on a white tee
stomp a n*gga out , n*gga in my white jeans (white jeans)
she ain’t want me to tell em nah
i might just go tell em yah
that don’t make me a snitch
i was just tryna tell em i was f*cking his b*tch
ar 15 got a glock with a d*ck
ig model wanna pose for a pic
walking dead yea i feel like i’m rick
stomp a n*gga out in my mothaf*ckin ricks
she wanna f*ck wit me, but she got kids
nah i’m good sh*t, i’m just tryna hit
make it make sense , make a mothaf*cka fit
i always been making money sense i was a kid
my hoes they fire b*tch they never mid

- bartbourne lyrics

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