| No sleep gang, insomnia gang
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| We out here trafficking, that mean I’mma find me a lane
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| You wanna be celebrities, you remind me of lames
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| But I got bars, when I’m through selling these, I’mma buy me some fame
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| All about that mulah holla, I’m a Rottweiler with an iced out collar
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| Prada frames, Long Beach top shotta
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| I don’t count on niggas but I might count dollars
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| I don’t count on hoes but I might count dollars
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| I don’t count on haters but I might count
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| Bottles in the VIP when the club turn the lights out
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| I’m on the white couch yelling out
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| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
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| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
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| OG man, how the dope fiends came
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| Get em so hooked, call a dope T-Pain
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| Cardo on the beat, then it’s no keychain
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| Push to start, then a Crook to park
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| Seats vibrate when the dope beat bang
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| Drank the sip, nigga kush to spark
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| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
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| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
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| Bang bang bang, nigga no sleep gang
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| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
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| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
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| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
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| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
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| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
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| Smoke in the club, roll that up
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| Drank in the club, pour that up
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| Haters in the club, so damn what
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| If it don’t make money then it don’t add up
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| No sleep gang, roll that up
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| No sleep gang, throw that up
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| No sleep gang, throw that up
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| If it don’t make money then you don’t add up
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| House in the hills, thousands and mill’s
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| Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
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| On ounces and pills, how does it feel?
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| To count dollar bills, to count dollar bills
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| No sleep gang, insomnia gang
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| Raised by some O dogs, that’s why I polly with 'caine
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| They pushed rock in the 90's, they remind me of Dame
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| Hundred on the dash, Jordan’s on the gas
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| Pull the top back while I’m sliding through the lanes
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| Yelling bang bang bang, no sleep gang
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| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
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| Do-si-do with a ho he claim
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| In the low-key mode, know she throw me brain
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| And I know she know, chain and the cross
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| C.O.B, I’m the COB gang boss
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| Bitch threw a molly in her own champagne
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| This time around y’all can’t blame Ross
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| Momma told me I couldn’t behave
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| To that dollar was Crooked a slave
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| Now I’m a master, fly right past ya
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| Louis Vuitton sneakers one foot in the grave
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| But before I die let me tell you this
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| I’mma ball on you niggas, I can tell your pissed
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| Talk about I took your wife out all night
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| Nigga don’t tell me, homie tell your bitch
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| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Sleep Gang , by - Crooked I. Song from the album Apex Predator, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп