Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sleep for Dinner , by - CherpRelease date: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sleep for Dinner |
| What up, Fresh? |
| Yeah |
| It’s Cherp, nigga! |
| Who else? |
| Got love for the victim but respect the shooter |
| You should stay up outta traffic if you can’t maneuver |
| Dude started out clappin' now they the users |
| Schooled by them O-Gs, now I’m the tutor |
| I ain’t no wrestler so when I got a grip to slam you, closed casket so nobody |
| else can look at 'em |
| Forty in my handbrush, nigga, I’m a fuckin' menance |
| So keep actin' bad and get your seed ended |
| No yellow tape just move with caution |
| Like a kick to the stomach, Stunnin', I’m Steve Austin |
| Don’t get it twisted like you do contortion |
| I’m in the newest Porches |
| Backpack should be signed to Ronkers |
| Played them corners from Carolina to V-C, scorin' |
| Get your shit shut down, nigga, I’m Josh Norman |
| Break you down to a fraction, it’s mathmatic |
| Pay me or late sleep, nigga, I’m Craftmatic |
| I ain’t worried 'bout who frontin', nigga, it’s the backstabbers |
| So break bread or get your shit sandwiched, nigga |
| Br-br-break bread or get your shit sandwiched (yeah), nigga |
| If you never had sleep for dinner (right), I don’t feel you-I don’t feel you |
| (Nigga, I don’t feel you) |
| Hey, yo, Cherp, tell them niggas up top, I know I’m ready |
| If you never had a nap or snack, I might kill you-I might kill you |
| Huh? |
| Okay, clear it out though (Nigga, I might kill you) |
| It’s goin' down! |
| Hand full of hallows |
| I’m dancin' with the desert like walkin' with Sandman at the Apollo |
| They could shot at a cow but as far as I know, I missed my shooter like Dwight |
| Howard with the follow |
| Told Spark and hit a flatline like new whips in close parkin', I’m in the post, |
| pardon |
| Now your girl stressed 'caues of her baby like postpartum |
| He Kylie Jenner soft, why think that I won’t rob 'em? |
| I hit Cherp on the chirp |
| Still use the Nextel to move the work |
| For the record, the we gotta work merc |
| The prosecutors, they called it the red alert |
| We grind it to the gristle |
| Music is secondary, that’s why we rhymin' with a pistol |
| Had stress for lunch, sleep for dinner |
| You in the streets with a winner |
| Godson |
| If you never had sleep for dinner, I don’t feel you-I don’t feel you (nigga, |
| I don’t feel you) |
| If you never had a nap or snack, I might kill you-I might kill you (Nigga, |
| I might kill you) |
| (Nigga, I might kill you) |