asleep

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Izaya Tiji & Steele 11 - Rap

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[Intro] Mm ([?]) (Ahem) Mm-mm, mm Mm, mm Mm, Mm-mm-mm [Chorus: Izaya tiji] Ah, mm, huh, almost fell asleep on this track keep me up She rip my [?] it break my heart Reap his ass with a new car and leave him flat She rip these purple jeans for sex I let that purple beat that up, 'cause I be stronger, brings me up Who at that door? bro, beam 'em up It's yo' cousin runnin', he look struck Your boy's a bum, left you stuck I cut her out, done had enough, I don't know why, I had distrust That shawty asking me, "Whats up?" These bad bitches cheatin', I'an even get technical Got two hoes, I'm feelin' deceptive What's on yo' mind? It should be optimism We got some choppas, look like Optimus Prime And I'm with a dime, if you suck me, hop in the line With no makeup your bitch fried Got more money than you've seen in your life She pissing me off, I'm drunk, I can't even take it On the beach and next day I'm on the flight I'm in the wrong and next day I'm in the right Fucking around and this year we're full of the pape' Ooh, you know the rule, yeah, just shoot if you got the tool, yeah You geekin', you tweakin' off shrooms, huh Y'all old heads, get in that group home (Get in that group home) [Verse: Steele 11] I don't block hoes, I got two phones Gettin drunk, nasty, off the Perc shroom Ho, I'ma slide if you all alone I'ma keep it chill but we gon' do it my way Yeah, uh-huh, I'm sippin' on bubbly gravy Gravy steak, presidents all in my Balmain jeans It cost a Audemars for a feat' I'm multiplying money like a geek G-L-O-C-K in my glove compartment Bitch I'm missin' what we had, can we just restart it? Girl let's dive in, let's go butt around Show me you the right ho before I fuck your friend ho Gucci, Burberry, everywhere I go I don't conversate with these sluts I ain't nothin' like them, yeah, I'm one of one, hoe, come see about it On the top floor getting drunk, I don't wanna think about it Everything that they post about me she read about it [Chorus: Izaya Tiji] Ah, mm, huh, alm—almost fell asleep on this track keep me up She rip my [?] it break my heart Reap his ass with a new car and leave him flat She rip these purple jeans for sex I let that purple beat that up, 'cause I be stronger, brings me up Who at that door? bro, beam 'em up It's yo' cousin runnin', he look struck Your boy's a bum, left you stuck I cut her out, done had enough, I don't know why, I had distrust That shawty asking me, "Whats up?" These bad bitches cheatin', I'an even get technical Got two hoes, I'm feelin' deceptive What's on yo' mind? It should be optimism We got some choppas, look like Optimus Prime And I'm with a dime, if you suck me, hop in the line With no makeup your bitch fried Got more money than you've seen in your life She pissing me off, I'm drunk, I can't even take it On the beach and next day I'm on the flight I'm in the wrong and next day I'm in the right Fucking around and this year we're full of the pape' Ooh, you know the rule, yeah, just shoot if you got the tool, yeah You geekin', you tweakin' off shrooms, huh Y'all old heads, get in that group home (Get in that group home)

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  • Izaya Tiji
  • Steele 11