No Sleep

Oh
Don't sleep on no bread yeah
Don't sleep on no bread yeah
Don't sleep on no bread yeah
Don't sleep on no bread

What the fuck are they callin' my phone
I ain't goy nothin' to blow
Back then young and did have it oh
Now I ain't got somethin' to throw
Two tone better rub on my go
Forward a center four, tell her don't touch me bro
She know that I go Ghost, tell her that I'm a Clie
Don't switch side don't switch side

I been coolin' with the bitch Frye
I been foolin' with the bitch Frye
I don't give time got to get mine
I'm a second at a big high
I been workin' for the big time

Oh hi now whose missin' ears
Plenty of mess, look at all that
Bro give up the brag, answer the man
Book at Lumera, yeah on man
Just like hangin' on a desk
Ey we worth full of cash
Thick bitch she up hear

Light skin light skin that shit my bitch
She go right this, that she's psychin'
Hold my bra and then we go pack it
Stackin' memories got the whole club packed in ey

Answer the man, book in Lumera
Yeah on man, It's like hangin' on a dest
And worthful of cash

Don't sleep on no bread yeah
Don't sleep on no bread yeah
Don't sleep on no bread yeah
Don't sleep on no bread



Credits
Writer(s): Armando Baudelio Esquivias
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