Sleepin' – Xavtimer
Genre Pop

LYRIC
Sleepin'

Hook

I don't get it I don't get it

Sleepin' on me bitch boy quit it

See the windows yeah they tinted

Copped a bag just to spend it

Need them digits

Need them digits

Hit that bitch up just to hit it

Hit it

Heard you knockin at the door just gimmie a fuckin minute

Gimmie a minute

Gimmie a minute

No I don’t get it
No I don’t get it

New designer got it fitted

Not givin up I’m committed

I just Doubled up my cup up then I poured anotha pint

Keep a thousand g's stashed on me call that shit a terabyte

100 yard dash from twelve like a track meet need me 3 stripes

Bad bitch on me good goodnight

Buss that shit for the pipe

Verse 1

All my shit clean cut like a razor she doin lines off the table

She a hoe stage name was maple

Swinging home runs like a cradle

Hit em wit the double x Given upper cuts them shits fatal
I can’t trust nobody keep a pole I ain’t good with betrayal

Love all my slime like a snail

Make mama proud I won’t fail

Do the dash ain’t goin to jail

I want brain I want the tail

Hold on tight got smoke inhaled

Let lose blow smoke I exhale

Add it up math IXL

At the top but I excel

I can’t hear you talkin shit boy can you send me them in brail

Hook

I don't get it I don't get it

Sleepin' on me bitch boy quit it
See the windows yeah they tinted

Copped a bag just to spend it

Need them digits

Need them digits

Hit that bitch up just to hit it

Hit it

Heard you knockin at the door just gimmie a fuckin minute

Gimmie a minute

Gimmie a minute

No I don’t get it

No I don’t get it

New designer got it fitted

Not givin up I’m committed

I just Doubled up my cup up then I poured anotha pint

Keep a thousand g's stashed on me call that shit a terabyte

100 yard dash from twelve like a track meet need me 3 stripes

Bad bitch on me good goodnight

Buss that shit for the pipe

Verse 2

Ay yuh ay yuh

That shit tough

That shit tough

Got no L just a dub

At the club fuck it up

She want love not enough

For these bitches I can’t love

In the moshpit push and shovin

Flowing with heat like a fuckin oven

Got these blunts by the dozen

Engine start push a button

Stunting no repercussions

No repercussions

No repercussions

No repercussions

Feelin sick off some of some shit might need some need some robitussin

Hook

I don't get it I don't get it

Sleepin' on me bitch boy quit it

See the windows yeah they tinted

Copped a bag just to spend it

Need them digits

Need them digits

Hit that bitch up just to hit it

Hit it

Heard you knockin at the door just gimmie a fuckin minute

Gimmie a minute

Gimmie a minute

No I don’t get it

No I don’t get it

New designer got it fitted

Not givin up I’m committed

I just Doubled up my cup up then I poured anotha pint

Keep a thousand g's stashed on me call that shit a terabyte

100 yard dash from twelve like a track meet need me 3 stripes

Bad bitch on me good goodnight

Buss that shit for the pipe

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