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Go 2 Sleep (feat. Infamous 2-0, Lil' Fate & Three 6 Mafia)
Ludacris
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Go to sleep, hoe to sleep, go to sleep, hoe to sleep If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe to sleep [ludacris] Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep （go to sleep） They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep 'cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit; a ten huuut! I send three-six ol' sheeyit, bitch whaaat? If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would [infamous 2-0] Bitch I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and henne' ? All brown and skinny, but I've ****ed up so many I got qp's and halves - if we beefin' I blast You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'cris, I'm off the rip I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch 2-0, mr. crayola; bitches know what I mean 'cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green And all you faggot-mutha****as gotta know the routine [crunchy black] Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your ****in' doors I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes You bitches can't com-prehend; let me put your one bootin Let me put one in your boat, so you ? can go to sleep So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi Them God damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi? [dj paul] Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them three-six niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, bitch Or bustin' massive 'round some s.k. My last trip to a-t-l I ****ed yo' cascade I'm strippin' bitches and i'ma ball niggas with a limp They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp And quick to sink her on the dick 'cause this what it's 'bout We rob that trick and stick his cock off in his ****in' mouth We memphis niggas [juicj] North, north, south, south, westwood, orange mouth Bitches we be smokin' life; never shut ya charlie brown Memphis niggas in this shit; pockets full, ya know we bail Hooked up with my nigga 'cris, then we head to a-t-l Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, ＂**** you hoe!＂ Niggas rollin' up the moe, as long that white shit up they nose Mayn this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy j be high as ****; catch me in the lost and found [lil' fate] Better use common sense checkin' me out for shit I can stand for And up, get yaself in this clique Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut Look, I'm from gittero what? Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck Niggas in the back of the club postin' up Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up Ass in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long nigga check in She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting So abide by the call of the streets If ya got a nigga better keep her on a leash gonna creep in ya home while you gone Have findin' nutt you comin' on back yo' sheets [hook 4x]
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