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trapping in my sleep - dj naim lyrics

[hook: calico jonez]
hundred bands, i can get it ‘fore the sunrise
took the brick out the water like it’s baptized
every day i got the change going black flips
ain’t no mint in the garden, blowing that piff
i moved a couple ki’s, i did it in my sleep
you want the larry bird? come with 33
every time i wake up, it’s time for me to re-up
every time i look up, i got another cook up

[verse 1: sheek louch]
say h-llo to the bad guy, donnie g, smell that weed aroma when i p-ss by
hat low, mad how i’m coming out the liquor store
belches on the henny floor
white girl, cut up straw, fingers on that .44
you ain’t got that hood love that i got
we be clapping, moving cake, i ain’t talking bout ihop
calling funerals and wakes, you get murdered on my block
all the pull-up bars and weights, we in shape — well, why not?
now i’m a four donnie, rose and ‘gnac is constantly poured
we having fun, your chick with you is constantly bored
we throw that money up, you f-ggots watch it hit the floor
it’s landing on her back, book bag hundred sack
you ain’t got the dough for that
card shark, we mark a black
told shorty with the big old -ss
come here, make it clap
she won’t get off my lap, hands don’t come off the map
it’s d-block, he c-ck, you don’t want none of that

[hook]

[verse 2: pusha t]
yeah, dope dealing, four-wheeling, no feeling like
top billing, milk white, no ceiling like
the hands of god bout to touch me, i done seen the light
double dutch one brick, make you see it twice
pyrex on that stove, ready rocking them o’s
mia to atl, we steady popping them hoes
they steady clocking them hoes, they p-ssy popping on poles
you take her home, you love that b-tch, we throwing dollars at yours
yeah, this that fast money, stash money
fish scale sh-t, i think i caught a b-ss money
you from the talk-a-lot era, where you flash money
i’m from that keith sweat era, make it last money, gone

[verse 3: bleu davinci]
i’m a f-cking beast, a living legend
in the trap, that 14 cutting up a seven
i had a four-way, worked it off my 2-way
n-gga don’t pay monday, dead tuesday
i’m a trap g*nius, i’m a trap lord
b-tch, i’m in the sky soaring, g4
f-ck it, g6; n-gga, we keep the trap, booming
try to move on the block, got the street sweeper shooting
bunch of young n-ggas round me, n-gga we eating
let one of them yell “swish,” n-ggas bleeding
baking soda, check; pyrex, got it
cooking up a ki, rip game polished
trapping in my sleep, jay doing back flips
n-ggas trying to rob, hundred round mac clips
get the work and dip, call that sh-t the give and go
go to sleep pushing work, still selling blow

[hook]

[verse 4: bun b]
one man’s dream is another man’s nightmare
the sh-t that some people do for money will give you white hair
run up on your whip, the pistol quicker than a light, yeah
take what you worked hard for and leave your -ss right there
everybody wanna be a baller and a g
with green by the pound and white by the ki
the cars and the clothes and the hoes on your d
all gravy til them k!llers at your front door for a fee
ooo-wee, that’s when real sh-t gets even realer
when that shot burn chest and i ain’t talking bout tequila
with holes in your fancy clothes and blood on your gators
and ho you used to f-ck with is laid up with your haters
it’s cold outside and i ain’t talking about degrees
i’m talking bout when rabbit–ss n-ggas want your cheese
you think you can run up on the trill — n-gga, please
i leave the top of your wig on the bottom of my 3’s, b-tch

[hook]

- dj naim lyrics

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