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
1 Load Management
2 Prada Me
3 Overtime
4 Sleep Walking Pt.2
5 Boonie Flow
6 DX
7 Swing the Wood
8 Bandana Patches
9 Floyd May
10 In My Feelings
11 Sleep Walking Pt.3
12 Poetry
13 Hall of Fame
14 Freestyle
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