Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepin, artist - Leeky BandzDate of issue: 04.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sleepin |
| Tell me what you think 'bout when you go to sleep |
| I think 'bout murder, think 'bout felonies |
| I think 'bout murder, think 'bout felonies |
| Bitch I’m the chef, I came with the recipe |
| No you can’t cook, they ain’t share sauce with me |
| Can’t walk in my shoes, no you can’t walk with me |
| Took the chains off my neck, they done unleashed the beast |
| Took the chains off my neck, they done unleashed the beast |
| On my mama I speak to the streets |
| Be a boss, don’t be working for cheap |
| Made mistakes, you can learn some from me |
| Don’t be dissing, don’t worry 'bout beef |
| I’m up early, I can’t get no sleep |
| Everybody need something from me |
| My heart on froze, McFlurry |
| You try to rob me, I dare you |
| You talk 'bout murder, I hear you |
| You shoot in the sky, you scary |
| I know you don’t love me no more |
| But I still remember times we cherish |
| I know you don’t be in the streets |
| With my flag on red like cherries |
| My money stacked tall to the sky |
| My pants fall down, embarrassing |
| I know you want come over here |
| Switch sauce, better stay over there |
| Haters get popped, I ain’t talkin' Bel Air |
| Yeah they shoot but they aim at the air |
| I seen niggas get popped, I ain’t talkin' Bel Air |
| Yeah they shoot but they aim at the air |
| I seen niggas get popped, I ain’t talkin' Bel Air |
| Yeah they shoot but they aim at the air, go |
| Tell me what you think 'bout when you go to sleep |
| I think 'bout murder, think 'bout felonies |
| I think 'bout murder, think 'bout felonies |
| Bitch I’m the chef, I came with the recipe |
| No you can’t cook, they ain’t share sauce with me |
| Can’t walk in my shoes, no you can’t walk with me |
| Took the chains off my neck, they done unleashed the beast |
| Took the chains off my neck, they done unleashed the beast |
| You know how I play in these streets |
| On my mama, I can’t hide out from beef |
| Niggas dissing, we slide how we eat |
| Cut her off, it ain’t nothing to me |
| You can’t sit at the table with nothing to eat |
| And then talk murder on me |
| I fell in love with a groupie |
| Fell in love, she was choosy |
| Rollin' off a xan, I’m moody |
| Got three hoes tryna do me |
| My life is a movie |
| My opps is directors 'cause they want to shoot me |
| Love scars like I’m Uzi, I be with them hitters that’s toting them uzis |
| You shootin' the sky like you tryna get B-roll to put in a movie |
| Don’t call my phone with that action shit |
| We spin through your block with an extra clip |
| You just popped out, I’ma handle this |
| I get to the check, I ain’t stressing shit |
| Don’t call my phone with that action shit |
| We spin through your block with an extra clip |
| You just popped out, I’ma handle this |
| I get to the check, I ain’t stressing shit |
| Tell me what you think 'bout when you go to sleep |
| I think 'bout murder, think 'bout felonies |
| I think 'bout murder, think 'bout felonies |
| Bitch I’m the chef, I came with the recipe |
| No you can’t cook, they ain’t share sauce with me |
| Can’t walk in my shoes, no you can’t walk with me |
| Took the chains off my neck, they done unleashed the beast |
| Took the chains off my neck, they done unleashed the beast |