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robb bank$ - in my sleep lyrics

[intro]
how the f_ck i p_ss you off and you was on the way to see me, b_tch? (hold up)
said i’d wait up for her, but you know i had went to sleep, b_tch (hold up)
i pressed the p_ssy, i ain’t gon’ let no p_ssy press me
my young treesh twenty_three, from the d, always play veeze, come on
hold on, yeah, yeah (consider this evil empire thing as a threat)
you know what it is, n_gga, yeah (the empire)
mob ties, you know i’m hardwired, yeah (laughing all the way to the bank)
that b_tch, she fried for real, yeah
godbody, in my prime for real, yeah (holy sh—)
actavis with the red wine for real (where’d you find this?)
yeah, i’m kinda tirеd, don’t matter

[chorus]
b_tch, you know i do it in my sleep, young boy throwin’ z’s, where thеm srts?
pop out, squeeze, play ’round with that fire ’til we up it, then he freeze
do it in my sleep, young boy throwin’ z’s, where them srts?
pop out, squeeze, play ’round with that fire ’til we up it, then he freeze, then he freeze
how the f_ck i p_ss you off and you was on the way to see me, b_tch? (hold up)
said i’d wait up for her, but you know i had went to sleep, b_tch (hold up)
i pressed the p_ssy, i ain’t gon’ let no p_ssy press me, b_tch (hold up)
know she mad i got somethin’ badder layin’ in the suite, b_tch (n_gga)

[verse]
i’m the one these b_tches like, the one these n_ggas hate
i’m the one that put her out, you the one that take her on them dates
mad i f_cked your wife and showed a side of her you always hate
now you wanna beef ’bout her, b_tch, give me a break (n_gga)
you worried ’bout everything in this world except that pape’
i frown on you type of n_ggas, look down on you type of n_ggas (uh)
despise everyone around you, and where the f_ck you bought that outfit?
got a jwett and fell through compton, bought a cuban, oh, how classic
boy, that b_tch wear too much makeup, i threw on my reading glasses
i see you now, you lyin’, no, you ain’t naturally that fine (uh, for real)
new b_tch from istanbul, eat it like a turkey club
no attachment with these sl_ts unless the ink invisible (n_gga)
the only time these hoes eat dinner is at the club, yeah (n_gga)
all you lemon_pepper steppers back the f_ck, f_ck n_gga
you bein’ a lil’ too romeo to all these sl_ts, dumb n_gga
i feel like master p, i make her say (uhh)
[chorus]
do it in my sleep, young boy throwin’ z’s, where them srts?
pop out, squeeze, play ’round with that fire ’til we up it, then he freeze
do it in my sleep, young boy throwin’ z’s, where them srts?
pop out, squeeze, play ’round with that fire ’til we up it, then he freeze, then he freeze
how the f_ck i p_ss you off and you was on the way to see me, b_tch? (hold up)
said i’d wait up for her, but you know i had went to sleep, b_tch (hold up)
i pressed the p_ssy, i ain’t gon’ let no p_ssy press me, b_tch (hold up)
know she mad i got somethin’ badder layin’ in the suite, b_tch

[outro]
the empire
if you don’t hear their drops, then this is not a true exclusive

- robb bank lyrics

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