Sleepin' On Me

I-20

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    [Verse 1: I-20]
    My money flowing it's roller blading you cheap skates
    Life's a bitch and I treat her just like a cheap date
    My only mission is reinventing the peach state
    I'm out here pitching and did I mention I keep weight
    Bobby balling the bottom line is I body niggas
    You see the 'rarri the Lamborghini Bugatti nigga
    You keep on poppin off on me we more than ten deep
    They more than not enough homie they are in rim sleep
    We rocking shows when it's crunch time, we started nigga
    Body blows and punch lines, we sprawn nigga
    You only feeding me this is my open invitation
    The only thing that's preceding me is my reputation
    These niggas hitting on money but ain't nobody claiming
    While Bobby shittin on niggas they out here potty training
    I'm what the game has been missing and what the streets need
    And it's not fair (call it nightmare) sweet dreams

    [Hook x2: I-20]
    They keep on sleeping on me
    They keep on sleeping on me
    They keep on sleeping on me
    My time is coming watch your mouth if you was speaking on me

    [Verse 2: Rain]
    Sweet dreams of a million sitting in the war
    Nightmare on Elm Street I come to kill em all
    On the couch with that Spade got me feeling talc
    Bitches hit the club just to see a nigga ball
    Pick three to leave with me then I'm peeling off
    Thee allure of coming through with the ceiling off
    You least tourbillon make the baddest bitches talk
    Upscale D-boy yell again drug dealer talk
    So if they talking life then you gotta kill the judge
    Shoot em down and with your foot give em a lil nudge
    Make sure the job done, murder for hire
    Or non-believe watch ya burn in eternal fire
    Pitch came with the same Rick James' desire
    To call in that black widow F50 Spider
    Black rarri rider, rest if you tired
    Notoriously hypnotize ya, open ya eyes up snap

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    [Hook x2: I-20]

    [Verse 3: I-20]
    Ok, wannabe superstars, talking like they super hard
    All these niggas blowing smoke, to me...
    Careful who you speaking on, yeah we out here cheffing strong
    Talking on that Amber Rose I get my Wiz Khalifa on
    That mean that we getting lit, I am who yo bitch is with
    Presidental suite had the wits of my constituencies
    I'm a make a freak a her, I just gotta speak to her
    Tell her I can clear her throat, swallow all my wrinkle up
    I'm hearing what they try'na say but they ain't got the mind to pay
    Carats on the altamar and you can't get the time or day
    Nigga there's a fine to pay, you goin have to pully up
    Blow a nigga budget down and honest, just to show him up
    Nigga keep on rolling up til they ain't nothing left to smoke
    You know they say that money talks, I guess that's why we never spoke
    Major of the business dawg, I know my niggas feeling this
    And I ain't into burning bridges, guess that's why I'm still with Chris

    [Hook x2]

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