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otm - sleepover lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
you know the truth
stop playin’

[verse 1: blue pesos]
the johnnies out, run for your life, we got blammers out
take another sip of this juice, i might die tomorrow (sh_t)
best friends with ryu, where you get them combos?
this a semi auto—, sh_t
this b_tch shootin’ hollows, i ride with el chapo
we don’t allow that type of talk, know he’s no longer
ko, hit the floor, rocky balboa
and that other ling lings, who left the door open?
tryna chastice him, k’s out, it’s gunfire
this an assult rifle, chipped about ten giants
another lip locker, come and kiss pippy longstocking
more money, more opps, n_gga, more choppers
n_gga, more dollars, thesе n_ggas done dada
these soul boppеrs terrorize these n_ggas, scare the b_tch out him (sh_t)
drown him with a gold bottle
we know the truth, the truth hurts, we ain’t gon’ speak on it, ugh

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
“why you at my bm house?” this a sleepover
“why the f_ck you flipped the couch?” i’m a flu flammer
you see i’m gettin’ irritated, why you keep talkin’?
i’m sick of goin’ outside, ain’t never on nothin’, b_tch
“why you at my bm house?” this a sleepover
“why the f_ck you flipped the couch?” i’m a flu flammer
you see i’m gettin’ irritated, why you keep talkin’?
i’m sick of goin’ outside, ain’t never on nothin’, b_tch
sh_t
“why you at my bm house?” this a sleepover (for real)
i’m sick of goin’ outside, ain’t never on nothin’, b_tch
n_gga
you see i’m gettin’ irritated, why you keep talkin’?
[verse 2: duffy]
pull up right here, this the sleepover
red beam on my stick, this a headhunter
i be in the field, my opps been duckin’
i’m sick of slidin’ down they block, they never out on it, n_gga
where duffy get them racks? that ain’t rap money, n_gga
uchies on the dashboard with the slap on me, n_gga
all these n_ggas know the truth, they just act like they don’t get it
stinc team tour, make sure you go get your tickets
hit stick a n_gga, i’ll chalk zone him
you a joint? why your b_tch tryna come with me?
told her, “is you choosin’ or you losin’?” baby, go for it
i’m ’bout to bring shanaynay to the sleepover, n_gga

[chorus: blue pesos & playerrways]
“why you at my bm house?” this a sleepover
“why the f_ck you flipped the couch?” i’m a flu flammer
you see i’m gettin’ irritated, why you keep talkin’?
i’m sick of goin’ outside, ain’t never on nothin’, b_tch
“why you at my bm house?” this a sleepover
“why the f_ck you flipped the couch?” i’m a flu flammer
you see i’m gettin’ irritated, why you keep talkin’?
i’m sick of goin’ outside, ain’t never on nothin’, b_tch
sh_t
“why you at my bm house?” this a sleepover (for real)
i’m sick of goin’ outside, ain’t never on nothin’, b_tch
(ight)
you see i’m gettin’ irritated, why you keep talkin’?
[verse 3: playerrways]
i’m in other flock player, tryna bust under my skin
no valentino kicks, designer mixin’ with the blue celinos
rockstar denim, born fly, been wearin’ all them robins
n_ggas poppin’ it like they done been him, you’re not him
green beam, in that simply lemonade, i’m seein’ things
i’m still sinnin’ in that field, i’ll book you for your lil’ rings
cuban links, francos and them rings, go ahead and tuck ’em
bouncin’ out on sh_t and all my opps batter, i’m gon’ gun him
pour that deuce_y, wocky, wocky, ‘ocky in that yellow fanta
gary peyton, mix it with the bland, roll him in that grabba
young hood trophy, grimied up, block, i’m bling_bling boy
12 up in that field, gettin’ easty, you was playin’ toys

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