lirik lagu trenchbaby 67 - my mansion don’t sleep
[intro]
(turbo, you spazzin’)
yeah… yeah…
whole lotta dead opps in this b~tch, n~gga
f~ck wrong with you
ayy (grrah), ayy (boom), ayy (let’s get it)
[chorus]
my mansion don’t sleep, i keep straps on the couch (boom)
b~tch suck me so good, made me nut in her mouth (slatt!)
i’m rich but i’m reckless, got shooters on route (yeah)
we turn that boy pack when he thought he had clout (boom~boom!)
these diamonds keep dancin’, this choppa keep singin’ (grrah)
my opps out here broke, man, them p~ssies be dreamin’ (b~tch!)
i’m up in the hills, but i still feel the heat (facts)
i got blood in my marble, my mansion don’t sleep (don’t sleep, b~tch!)
[verse 1]
ayy, f~ck all that humble sh~t, i’m back on my bully
this glock got a d~ck, but i still keep it fully (blrrt!)
b~tch, i’m on fire like dope in a spoon
i blew 50k just to sh~t on these goons (facts)
cartier watch with the digital tick (tick)
fеds on my ass, but i’m way too sl!ck (skrrt!)
put a drum on the stick, now that b~tch sound demonic
i don’t post guns no more, thеy iconic (boom!)
she suck on my soul while i count up the load (d~mn)
told her “don’t speak” while i’m grippin’ this pole (shhh)
tsa hate me, i fly with that smoke
all these opps cappin’ — they die for a post (haha)
[chorus]
my mansion don’t sleep, i keep straps on the couch (grrah)
b~tch suck me so good, made me nut in her mouth (slatt!)
i’m rich but i’m reckless, got shooters on route (facts)
we turn that boy pack when he thought he had clout (boom~boom!)
these diamonds keep dancin’, this choppa keep singin’ (brrt)
my opps out here broke, man, them p~ssies be dreamin’
i’m up in the hills, but i still feel the heat
i got blood in my marble, my mansion don’t sleep (boom, boom!)
[verse 2]
i don’t do backdoor, i kick that b~tch open
feds tapped the line, now my phone got me nervous (cl!ck~cl!ck)
still slide in suburbans, still preach like a sermon
he ran out of breath, now that p~ssy a burden (boom!)
these hoes call me toxic, i call ’em my options
f~ckin’ then duckin’, i ain’t doin’ no floppin’ (nah)
he tried to diss, left his face in his noodles
my block full of roaches, we carry them rugers (b~tch!)
i might get rich off a song ’bout a stick
still do a drill in designer and drip (facts)
tell that lil’ hoe she can swallow my sins
then spin on my ops while i grin through the tint (skrrt!)
[chorus]
my mansion don’t sleep, i keep straps on the couch
b~tch suck me so good, made me nut in her mouth (grrah!)
i’m rich but i’m reckless, got shooters on route
we turn that boy pack when he thought he had clout (boom, boom!)
these diamonds keep dancin’, this choppa keep singin’
my opps out here broke, man, them p~ssies be dreamin’
i’m up in the hills, but i still feel the heat
i got blood in my marble, my mansion don’t sleep
[outro]
(turbo, run that sh~t back)
yeah
trenchbaby 67, b~tch
i sleep with the glock like a blanket
p~ssy!
(brrt brrt, boom!)
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