Lyrics Sleep Walking Pt.3 - Baby Smoove

Yeah
Yeah yeah
Damn that's how you made this bitch too
Waddap homie
Fuck happened to you
22 hundred for the f'in
Niggas see me start running
22 hundred for acpine
Winning, selling we drunken
22 hundred for my shirt and pants
Words that she wants but don't want it
My new car is so fast
I started on the corner
I realized it's 20 yards it gave me a boner
Get a hundred out the bank at any time I wanna
Sipping real yellow v cups look like ketchup mustard
Real fucken burben nigga I ain't no stunner
Let out 50 from an ar
A bitch can flip a hammer
I am the type to get my dog rich
Shit I feel like those chopper
A bullet grace his face
He thought he was by lower
Pull up with that four five add out knock out engine borger
Nigga say he wants that smoke
Wake him up like soldiers
Pull up blue shit fall off my pocket
Nigga thinks I'm loaded
Bitch is shaking trying to take a pic
Damn keep your composure
Don't be cry on my line once we done
Bitch its over
Keep that nine in a cup
Get it done just like tony
Put a start on my clock
I go lick the macaroni
Drop the bowls and we selling rock
Blue nigga use your brownie
Nigga set in a different bag
And his bag he stole it
Niggas claim that his bowl heat
Shit that hit is frozen
Why you go by that cheap ice
Lil nigga you is bogus
You go the label back the money that they loaned you
Tell the truth you independent
Cos no body wants you