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letra de no sleep - icebirds

[intro]
(d-mn it, franchise, you did it again)
d-mn
free juggrixh
ayy

[verse]
slidin’ in these maybach’s and the backseats we reclinin’
and i’m runnin’ up this money just to go spend it on diamonds
i ain’t never lookin’ back, i leave that other sh-t behind me
and if it’s ’bout that money, then you know just where to find me
i done tinted all my windows on this car, lil’ b-tch, i’m slidin’
don’t come swervin’ in my lane, you get easily misguided
always ridin’ with that fye and i know just where to hide it
these n-ggas not eatin’, man, i think they on an diet
i don’t gotta go outside no more, i’ma have to flex my scalе
i’ma just sit in the trap with my ’bows, i do this sh-t for real
thesе lil’ n-ggas gon’ be like jake to gettin’ knocked off that hill
loosin’ your neck, gotta keep you a stack if you wanna keep you a jill

[chorus]
i cannot get no sleep, i gotta get me a mill’
all of these chains around my neck, i gotta keep the steal
know i am gonna die ’bout respect, i keep the sh-t too real
and any n-gga wanna play with the gang, they f-ck around get k!lled
[verse 2]
one, two, three, four chains ’round my neck, n-gga, i don’t need no deal
i’m smokin’ on this ‘za, this sh-t f-ck with my mental
only keepin’ one b-tch, that sh-t experimental
ayy we f-ckin’ on the same ho, not coincidental
i got love for all my dogs, i’m holdin’ down the kennel
rollin’ backwoods look like logs, i think i caught a splinter
all these haters be some hogs, they tellin’ on my n-ggas
spring, summer, winter, fall, i always do my big one
in the street i’m tryna eat, always ready for dinner
always preach to my young n-ggas that got trigger fingers
always standin’ front and center, rollin’ with the hitters
dunkin’ lean down in my liver, it’s a real mixture
always shinin’ bright just like a light fixture
and i’m puttin’ ice on the neck of all my k!llers
smokin’ out the pee-wee, smokin’ on the real one
n-gga, f-ck a swing, we tryna own the building

[verse 3]
think i lose a bro every day
these n-ggas turnin’ they love into hate
i think they mad they ain’t gettin’ no cake
we havin’ cash and it ain’t no debate
rolex on my wrist gon’ shine, these diamonds gon’ skate
i think n-ggas out of time

- icebirds

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