lirik lagu robb bank$ - in my sleep
[intro]
how the f~ck i p~ss you off and you was on the way to see me, b~tch? (hold up)
said i’d wait up for her, but you know i had went to sleep, b~tch (hold up)
i pressed the p~ssy, i ain’t gon’ let no p~ssy press me
my young treesh twenty~three, from the d, always play veeze, come on
hold on, yeah, yeah (consider this evil empire thing as a threat)
you know what it is, n~gga, yeah (the empire)
mob ties, you know i’m hardwired, yeah (laughing all the way to the bank)
that b~tch, she fried for real, yeah
godbody, in my prime for real, yeah (holy sh—)
actavis with the red wine for real (where’d you find this?)
yeah, i’m kinda tirеd, don’t matter
[chorus]
b~tch, you know i do it in my sleep, young boy throwin’ z’s, where thеm srts?
pop out, squeeze, play ’round with that fire ’til we up it, then he freeze
do it in my sleep, young boy throwin’ z’s, where them srts?
pop out, squeeze, play ’round with that fire ’til we up it, then he freeze, then he freeze
how the f~ck i p~ss you off and you was on the way to see me, b~tch? (hold up)
said i’d wait up for her, but you know i had went to sleep, b~tch (hold up)
i pressed the p~ssy, i ain’t gon’ let no p~ssy press me, b~tch (hold up)
know she mad i got somethin’ badder layin’ in the suite, b~tch (n~gga)
[verse]
i’m the one these b~tches like, the one these n~ggas hate
i’m the one that put her out, you the one that take her on them dates
mad i f~cked your wife and showed a side of her you always hate
now you wanna beef ’bout her, b~tch, give me a break (n~gga)
you worried ’bout everything in this world except that pape’
i frown on you type of n~ggas, look down on you type of n~ggas (uh)
despise everyone around you, and where the f~ck you bought that outfit?
got a jwett and fell through compton, bought a cuban, oh, how classic
boy, that b~tch wear too much makeup, i threw on my reading glasses
i see you now, you lyin’, no, you ain’t naturally that fine (uh, for real)
new b~tch from istanbul, eat it like a turkey club
no attachment with these sl~ts unless the ink invisible (n~gga)
the only time these hoes eat dinner is at the club, yeah (n~gga)
all you lemon~pepper steppers back the f~ck, f~ck n~gga
you bein’ a lil’ too romeo to all these sl~ts, dumb n~gga
i feel like master p, i make her say (uhh)
[chorus]
do it in my sleep, young boy throwin’ z’s, where them srts?
pop out, squeeze, play ’round with that fire ’til we up it, then he freeze
do it in my sleep, young boy throwin’ z’s, where them srts?
pop out, squeeze, play ’round with that fire ’til we up it, then he freeze, then he freeze
how the f~ck i p~ss you off and you was on the way to see me, b~tch? (hold up)
said i’d wait up for her, but you know i had went to sleep, b~tch (hold up)
i pressed the p~ssy, i ain’t gon’ let no p~ssy press me, b~tch (hold up)
know she mad i got somethin’ badder layin’ in the suite, b~tch
[outro]
the empire
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