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letra de up in my sleep - herm tha blacksheep

[chorus: herm tha blacksheep]
we got them rods, time to go fishin
we catch a opp, we buss his ass, can’t abort no missions
[?] to see that man they really b-tches
we catch them n-ggas, cop the glizzy he want the whole’50
up in my sleeve all these bodies haunt me
i gotta face karma off the sh-t that i did

[verse 1: nocap]
its forever f-ck you n-ggas, ain’t showin no sorrow
she flew in last night, i put her up for tomorrow
you want a verse, thats a fee, just like dwayne carter
i hope this b-tch ain’t got no shorties, this a h-llcat charger
aye, why the f-ck i bought this whip and i dont know how to start it
i know this sh-t a dirty game, make sure you pray for your partners
i dont care if he with mom, soon as we see ’em we pop ’em
n-ggas hate when you get on, they gotta step in my office

[verse 2: herm tha blacksheep]
when they step in my office they got be talkin ’bout coffins
20 grand or better, in that wood slangin that llama
we k!lled a couple your partners, f-ck peace, promotin the violence
the police mad, they can’t stop us we still runnin them commas
its a bl–dy game, ima bl–dy mane, i dont feel no shame
all them n-ggas dead in the grave, and i gotta keep that thang on me
many men, couple b-tches wishin death on me
[chorus: herm tha blacksheep]
we got them rods, time to go fishin
we catch a opp, we buss his ass, can’t abort no missions
[?] to see that man they really b-tches
we catch them n-ggas, cop the glizzy he want the whole’50
up in my sleeve all these bodies haunt me
i gotta face karma off the sh-t that i did

[verse 3: herm tha blacksheep]
and i know what i done
cold hearted, people call me heartless
cause i entertain all the bullsh-t that has started
gotta keep my pistol, many men out to get me
i can’t go out bad, they tryna do me like im 50
and these streets gettin hectic
people say stay out the trenches, im a prized possesion
well, you tell them p-ssy n-ggas come and catch me
i got that bulldog, they run up, watch how quick it fetch ’em
listen closely this the funny part
he was thinkin with his chest, the stupid b-tch, now he ain’t got a heart
a lot of n-ggas get they head popped
they f-ck with b-tches who f-ck with n-ggas who gone send the drop

- herm tha blacksheep

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