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no time for sleep (freestyle) [edit] - bobby shmurda lyrics

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[verse]
ain’t got no time for sleep
with so much money on my mind, ain’t got no time for me
shorty call me all the time and say she tired of me
i know that i pop a lot of, and smoke a lot of weed
and i don’t pay her any mind when i be countin’ breesh
baby, i’m busy on the road, i need some time to breathe
they had me locked up in the pens, doin’ twenty*three
so i be stackin’ mr. ben ’til he twenty feet
a lot of, a lot of m’s in my twenty*three’s
b*tch, .45 on my waist, i’m with my ven aquí
b*tch, .45 on my waist, don’t gotta turn the key
b*tch, .45 on my waist, i’m in my bentley jeep
b*tch, finna fire on them n*ggas, they was twenty*three
if i put that iron on them n*ggas, they remember me
if you heard we slidin’ on them n*ggas, they make memories
if i put that iron on them n*ggas, they remember me
if you heard we slidin’ on them n*ggas, they make memories
chopper, chopper, brr, brand new chopper out to tear bodies
pj got a thirty and extenders in this hand glock
i’m gettin’ get rich as f*ck, i’m just tryna keep my mans out
gave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandbox
huh, you say it’s love, then why your hands out?
huh, so you say it’s love, then why your hands out?
they got they hands up and she always got her pants down
they say i stand out, then she tell me i’m the man now
yeah, and this b*tch always got her pants down, yeah
they tryna get me for my bands now, for my mans now
tryna k!ll me for my queso, fill the tan up
tryna k!ll me for the lamb’ now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got a chopper with a stand now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i bought the chopper with a stand now
i ain’t playin’ ’round, n*ggas f*ck around and lay it down
i’ma tear it down, from their friends to the grandma (grrra)
i’ma hit him in his head, ha (yeah, yeah)
i’m gon’ hit him ’til this tec stop or the vest pop
i’ma hit him in his yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah
i hit a n*gga, now his mans hot (brrr)
i hit the n*gga till it jam, hot (brrr, brrr)
i got the chopper with the stand now, b*tch, i ain’t playin’ ’round
send the money in advance, it sound like a band, yah
when i’m bustin’ on my (baow, baow, baow)
when i’m bustin’ on my, yeah, ha, yeah (baow, baow, baow)
when i’m bustin’ off the chance, i’m so off them yams
i done kept the thirty in the gram, bustin’, no repent, boy
free all my n*ggas off from jail, right, yeah
they been my n*ggas, they some jail, right, yeah
i got the kilos in his man’s spot, they in the spot, it’s hot
hit the .40, get the block hot, i make you blackout
so tell these n*ggas, “i’m top shotta”, i’m big and badder
i’m in the kitchen with these choppers, i’m quick to pop ya
a n*gga play, he gettin’ shot up, head top off
and you know my hits are mighter, in the spider
n*ggas play, they gettin’ shot up
brrra, i got a chopper in the chopper (b*tch)
brrra, i got a chopper in the chopper
you f*ck with bobby, you f*ck with me, go get your doctor
go get your papa, go get your mother and your mama (lil’ b*tch)

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