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never sleep - young lace lyrics

[hook]
i’m on the grind, i never sleep
you n-ggas on a diet, you never eat
i’m on the grind, i never sleep
you n-ggas on a diet, you never eat
you n-ggas never eat
you n-ggas never eat
n-gga is you on a diet? you never eat
i’m on the grind, i never sleep
you n-ggas on a diet, you never eat

[verse 1: young lace]
i got that money in my pocket
got that money on my phone
i got a chick sittin’ at home
and she don’t like to be alone
daddy gotta go like some dice i gotta roll
gotta keep that money coming like some p-ssy on the show
and a n-gga undisputed, you know that i eluded my compet-tion
and now when n-ggas they gettin’ recruited
and they want my john hanc-ck up on the dotted line
but i’m like “f-ck the mainsteam,” i got a pocket full of dimes
can’t a n-gga tell a n-gga sh-t about himself?
and i ain’t talking no 13 i got that louis on my belt
shout out to my n-ggas that’s sittin’ behind the wall
tryna got a package, letter, or a three-way call (what up?)
baby mama drama, no visitation on weekends
trippin’ bout the latest baby mama s’posed to sneak in
i know that i’m flyer than the next man
flyer than your current, your best and your ex-man

[hook]

[verse 2: ktb]
b-tch i can’t sleep, but it ain’t kid got me inside me
but you know about that, gettin’ money in the the traps
and the weed by the side, don’t lie
but i pack (heim?)
big red up on my belt, they think is christmas
gucci on my waist, gotta wear that louis just to diss us
take a hit of that blunt, my top just rise like a dinner roll
used to f-ck with ratchet b-tches, now i’m f-cking centerfolds
hey n-gga that’s real sh-t
mine is on k!ll switch, i just eat them n-ggas for dinner, ho
why don’t yo n-gga go ahead up on this beat?
k!ll a cam up on this beat
someone text a jam up on this beat, n-gga
see these other rappers is cowards
my nina play the fat five, my n-gga jawan(sic) howard
like the white i got that (?) benjamin showers me
we got your b-tches knock them down like twin towers
smokin’ so much vision’s clouded, h-lla trees they won’t allow it
you say that you gettin’ money, my n-ggas say that we doubt it

[hook]

- young lace lyrics

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