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stunna 4 vegas - rock em 2 sleep lyrics
[intro: stunna 4 vegas & ratchet man]
(keyway, you a g_nius)
purp’, on purp’
i see red though
i bleed red
brrat, brrat
4, 4x
(kobi fire like he bang)
what? rock ’em to sleep
what? on purp’
get down (uh), get ’em outta here
on purp’
rock ’em to sleep
on purp’, on purp’ (uh_huh)
on purp’ (yeah)
stand on top or get down
okay, on purp’, on purp’
yeah, yeah
make it fire
[verse 1: ratchet man & stunna 4 vegas]
said, “rock ’em to sleep” (rock ’em to sleep)
f_ck is you talkin’ ’bout? switches and b_tches on me when i sleep (cheese)
she won’t do it for you, but she do it for me (thot)
tell the truth how it is, i influence the streets
i’m on qs and my ps (uh_huh)
i tuck these vvs, then go hop out the v (come on)
know uppin’, squeezin’, get put on a tee (boom, boom, boom)
touch his top, now it latch when we rock him to sleep (boom, boom)
uh_huh, talk, “put him to bed” (put him to rest)
we left him on the scene and fled (gone)
i’m sippin’ purple purp’, n_gga playin’ with me f_ck around and get hit with a yeah (n_gga get hit with a yeah)
f_ck around and get hit with a shh (uh_huh)
i get caught with this ho and go fed (what else?)
get caught with that switch and it’s over (uh)
i told ma i’m a thug ’til i’m dead (thug ’til i’m gone)
uh_huh, i told ma i’m a thug ’til i’m gone
every day i hear, “cheese” on the phone (i hear, “cheese” on the phone)
smug the sl_t, tell her, “leave me alone” (zip)
n_gga get out his top and we bustin’ his dome
n_gga get out his top and get left in here (n_gga get left in here)
it’s 4x, that n_gga got fire in everywhere (boom)
that n_gga’s diamonds blurred, get him outta here (get him outta here)
that n_gga p_ssy and i see the pray in here
come in your city with stunna 4, we f_ckin’ a hundred hoes
ayy, turn that b_tch up if they let us
boy, you cannot put a switch on berettas (uh_uh)
do a drill on a n_gga’s ass in a dior sweater
purp’ boost the rate that’s in capital letters
exotic religions just to hide my metal
g_star jeans to hide the treasure
we don’t need no drop, we gon’ ride and catch it
save purp’ to the feds, let ’em ride the stretcher
rappers come on selinsky and hide they necklace (b_tch)
this four hundred a zip, i can’t hide the smell
i feel like we did her way, i threw out the scale
[verse 2: poohzuda & stunna 4 vegas]
uh, hold on (hold on)
they know we the heart of the streets (uh_huh)
put disrespect and you heart stop beatin’ completely (what else?)
n_ggas get sprayed like graffiti
i had popped me a perc’ ‘fore i jumped in that p_ssy, put her straight to sleep like a lullaby
play with me and i promise you gonna die
i’ma let bullets fly, i’m not that other guy
i don’t leave out the house without the bl!cky
give a f_ck ’bout a felony, i’m takin’ that risk (come on)
put my trust in my purp’ ’cause i know it gon’ bliss
gotta know what you doin’ when you aim it and switch
try to run from this b_tch and you still get hit
can’t run from a fully (can’t run when i aim)
uh, pin on the k, hold two hands when i shoot (boom, boom, booom)
chase the perc’ with the drank, godd_mn, i booted (f_ck goin’?)
thot b_tch eat d_ck while jam my music (thot, thot)
b_tch n_gga get slammed when we ran into him (p_ssy)
hop out the car, everybody get vfft (ayy, hop out the car, everybody get down)
everybody get vfft
hop out the car, everybody get boom_boom_boom (f_ck, i hit a l!ck)
everybody get down
‘fore my round, i’ll let off a round (tah, tah)
f_ck n_gga playin’, we knockin’ him down
tappin’ him out, he will never be found (tappin’ him out)
x him off the list, sh_t get caught outta bonds (x)
i can’t trust ’bout a b_tch, we be boppin’ ’em out (bop)
he get shot in his sh_t just for talkin’ too much
i give a f_ck what he tallkin’ about (what he keep talkin’ about?)
[verse 3: ratchet man & stunna 4 vegas]
half a lil’ man, that’s the way who’s found
n_gga reach for a chain, i might spray at the crowd (might spray at the crowd)
go back to the sweezy, shoot dice in the lounge
touch a b_tch ’til the sweep, we be smuggin’ her out (we be smuggin’ her out)
i’m a king, she a queen, i’ma give her a crown
she just addicted to checks, but can’t catch in the mall
she be eatin’ the sack, then we kickin’ her out
she can’t answer the phone, she got d_ck in her mouth (wow)
i bust it twice and it’s back to the trap
n_gga trip in this b_tch, i might leave with a hat
up the stick on the bed, he get back (get back)
[verse 4: poohzuda, stunna 4 vegas & ratchet man]
on the ground with the stick, but i bet he be lackin’
i f_cked her one tiime, she got 4x tatted
her brother a hot, plus i heard that be ratted
bro key’ my brother the plug, come get you a pack
‘zuda rap, but low_key, i heard that he be whackin’ sh_t
n_gga, stop all that cap ‘fore this sh_t be a casket in
trenches be like thot ho the way we keep taggin’ in (taggin’ in)
shots out too loud, b_tch, that’s why we wrappin’ it
my purple chargin’ for sh_t, been in handlin’
real life sh_t, n_gga prolly can’t handle this
these 7.62s, they really do damages
i might pop me a blue, then turn to a animal
but i still got red all in my bandana
[outro: stunna 4 vegas & ratchet man]
i got mens, i love my family
we really hold purp’ ‘nem for ransom
i might not even f_ck, ho, i got standards
after you, i’m tryna f_ck your auntie (ho)
i’m high as a hawk, i ain’t from atlanta
i feel like dead inside this phantom (ghost)
we gon’ hop out this foreign with stick and blam ’em
do a drill out this b_tch, it’s rainy
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