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letra de fake sleep - 3200 tre & rmc mike

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
that lil p-ssy wasn’t even hitting, so i fake sleep
bro’ll pull up, get to shooting like he k.d
stop flashing that bankroll, that lil pape cheap
that lil n-gga said he wanted smoke, i [?]

[verse 2: rmc mike]
he calim he had us in the city, boy, you can’t be
i’m only dealing with a rich b-tch, i feel like tay b
security and wack a n-gga ass, [?]
he got some drank, but he want a verse, so this ain’t cheap
i’m too busy getting pape, ain’t got time to lose
first time i met her, called her b-tch, i know that’s kinda rude
pulled up [?], that mean it’s time to move
street n-gga, stashed a hundred racks in my mama room

[verse 3: 3200 tre]
these designer shoes
the b-tch i got ain’t really sh-t, i’m [?]
money always call my phone, i don’t got time to snooze
mikey told me hold my wrist, this that obama [?]
you wanna get rid of a body, use embalming fluid
if i can’t find a n-gga that i want, i put his mama through it
this [?] bills, i can’t get tired of music
i really don’t got sh-t to do, it’s always time to do it
clip on this b-tch long as h-ll, i can lean on it
the dope i got [?] i’m in here beating on it
i like the way her coochie look, i’m always eating on it
soon as i’m done, i go to sleep, i put my thing on her
[verse 4: ysr gramz, rmc mike & 3200 tre]
that 57 [?] put some b’s on him
we took his ass up to the sky, put some wings on him
this dope didn’t come with the [?] on it
i ain’t even have to shoot that n-gga, i put some fiends on him
couldn’t’ve done it by myself, i put the team on it
ain’t n0body made it out the l, i just seen [?]
mariah carey on the d-ck, i make her sing on it
i put a dot on his head, i got a beam on it
you gotta old the drac like this, i got a mean [?]
bro so high off the pills, he keep leaning over
if you ain’t tryna give that p-ssy up, then you ain’t coming over
he ain’t have that back end for us, beat up the club promoter
57 coming fast as h-ll, knocked the couple over
86 money on the [?] with a bunch of [?]
i don’t like that b-tch, her p-ssy stink, had a bunch of oader
50 on the glock, that a.r.p. got a hundred on it
i can shoot for days
pulll up on a block, air it out, i’m [?]
still in the streets, drop another opp and then i move away
ain’t going back and forth with oldheads, these n-ggas [?]
i sware to god i love my auntie, she get a script a day
smoke a n-gga like a backwood, he get blew away
i’m tryna make another hundred k, i’m like a dub away
if i see a n-gga i don’t like, i’ma mush his face
[?] so i just took the play
n0body handed me no food, i went and took a plate
[?] shoot around the corner, this a crookid k
i usually be calm, but i’m feeling like a crook today
my n-gga ri finna get out, i hear the helicopter
me and mike got two fifths, y’all be sharing bottles
money is not everything, i don’t care about it
the drac done became a part of me, can’t go nowhere without it

- 3200 tre rmc mike

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