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dont sleep on me part 2 - young pappy lyrics

[intro]
2 cups
don’t sleep on me

[verse]
bandana, bandana, when he say bandana
say double g, i done told motherf-ckers not to f-ck with me
everything designer, plus my b-tch designed up
(what else?) i got bags, b-tch
but n-gga everybody got bags, b-tch
and n-gga everybody gone jagg, b-tch
trues off my -ss they saggin’
(what else?) i’m from the pole, homie
that’s where it’s cold, you will get froze, homie
n-ggas know and b-tches know, homie
we’ll blow a n-gga down if we don’t know homie
(let’s get it)
i came to wake n-ggas up
(for what?) cause they sleep on us
and b-tch we the sh-t but we don’t flush
going hard till they put them white sheets on us
spot a opp, drop a opp don’t blink, just bust
smoke loud, real loud, that stank, that must
and n-ggas hate me cause i can’t be touched
and i love getting money so it can’t be l-st (right?)
you d-mn right about that
if a n-gga want smoke, i’ll light a b-tch hat
and you will get whacked, know i’m right about that
i result to the pipe, i don’t fight about jack
and i ain’t got time for a b-tch right now
i’m getting money that it don’t make sense right now
a lot of these n-ggas wanna bang with us
you tryna hang with us and get rich right now
(freaky) i’m smoking on some hating sh-t
got me chilling like a villain on some lazy sh-t
and this money make a n-gga do some crazy sh-t
so i’m crazy in love with that crazy b-tch
i go and get it cause a n-gga never gave me sh-t
i got dumb money cause i wasn’t raised with it
i got a k, when i spray i don’t aim for sh-t
cause i’m a real n-gga, boy i wouldn’t change for sh-t
and i’m riding round my side of town
them hoes see a n-gga stuntin’ so they bring me down
rock jeans on my -ss, they saggin’ down
lot of cash, lot of bags, i ain’t bragging now
i got goons that’ll blow when it come to a n-gga
opps see me and they know, better run from a n-gga
i don’t write, just spit, when it come to a n-gga
got a canon like nick, put a drum to a n-gga
and pbg, that’s my clique
i just made a dvd with your b-tch
that hoe like eve, she so thick
you go home and give her a kiss, she so sl!ck
boy i got everything that you want
and i got everything that you got
you f-ck n-ggas imitating my swag
because i’m everything that you’re not, goofy!

[outro]
f-ck wrong with these f-ck -ss n-ggas man?
i do this sh-t for bro
that’s 2 cups
2 cups, the mixtape part 1
this what n-ggas been waiting on right?
aha! bandana
ain’t sh-t change man we still here
tfg
it’s the f-cking guys in my f-cking eyes
still
lil n-gga

- young pappy lyrics

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