lirik lagu sleeper - potion freestyle
(intro)
huh, yuh, uh
(verse 1: sleeper°)
fiji water, grandaddy purp
p-ssy off the pedestal, let the semi squirt
d.r.i.p. m.o.b. motherf-cker call me bread alert
you throwin’ ones, b-tches throw it back while they on percs
yuh
gave her d-ck, made her head burst
addicted to the flavour
she call me starburst
rollin’ marijuana, l!ck the wood first
excuse me, i let the semi-automatic burp
fiji water, skywalker og
you think you know me
i’m ghost like ben ken0bi
finna flow free
floating like a spirit, call me holy
put it down for asian brothers, when i bleed i bleed shin0bi
yuh
i bleed shin0bi
haters try to clone me but they don’t know how to zone me
b-tch, i’m a one man team you could call me kobe
sip fiji smoke the og
tippin off the syrup call me 666
smokin’ on the jitt, she smokin’ on my d-ck
purple tape it’s only built for cuban links
penny for your thoughts
a dollar for your dreams
and so it seems
cash rules everything around me
(bridge: b-real & the notorious b.i.g.)
b-real: like a puppet on a string x8
the notorious b.i.g.: tremendous c.r.e.a.m
f-ck a dollar and a dream
still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
cho-choppin’ o’s, smokin’ la in optimos
money, hoes and clothes: all a n-gga knows
tremendous c.r.e.a.m
f-ck a dolla- f-ck a dollar and a dream
still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
a foolish pleasure
whatever
i had to find the buried treasure
so grams i had to measure
(verse 2: sleeper°)
bugattis and maseratis
pipe dreams, since a youngin’ always frothed a rari
12 wanna see me do time, wanna see me scurry
will i be locked? i’m praying to the mahdi
dreading it like rastafari
pull up with my demons ain’t in a hurry
my sprite is muddy
stove on my waist, guess you could say i’m cookin’ curry
from ninas to subpoenas, my arresting officer wanna press felonies
there ain’t no pretendin’ b
had to hit the merit for apologies
whip it on some tabs
crab b-tches -sses, -ssessment for the lads
bad b-tches, backwoods and packs of the mads mikkelsen
nickelin’ a half dime of a bag (swerve)
haters on my -ss, tell them birds hit the perch
gatorades and gas, mary never let me hurt
ya heard
the prophet told me it won’t be easy
i used to slang while listening to eazy
(bridge: b-real)
like a puppet on a string x8
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