- Sleepy Hallow Tip Toe 歌詞
- Sheff G Sleepy Hallow
- Ayy, uh
Wait, wait, uh
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Hol on, hol on
(Great John on the beat by the way, tip toe)
Tip toe , hol on
Hol on, hol on, hol on, huh
Tip toe (Wait, wait), pockets on fat like a hippo (Hol on)
I turn your wife to a widow (Yeah)
Bro just got blood on his new coat (Thats a fact)
Damn, hol on, huh (What?), **** it, huh
I gave her dick and she love it (Uh -huh)
Ask that bitch what she want, she said, 'Nothin' (What you want?)
Birkin bag on her back and she frontin
Birkin bag in the back and she cap a lot
I do drugs, I trap a lot (Hol on)
Bad bitch, fat ass and she laugh a lot (Wait)
She be in the club, shake ass a lot (Thats a fact)
Dont send the addy cause we got the drop (Uh-huh)
Came from the bottom, now we at the top
Woah, huh, what, hah (Haha), I put my thumb in her, uh (Thats a fact)
I just been running it up (Run it up)
Im like a stitch in the cut, yuh (Uh-huh)
Bro got a pound of the runtz (Uh-uh , haha)
And we smokin, not baggin it up, yuh
Woah, she stepped in the room with no clothes (Huh)
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (Body different)
Only two ways this could go (Go, hol on)
You know (You know), I like fast cars, nice clothes (Nice clothes)
Oh no, my heart (Drip), so cold (So cold)
Dont love me, let me go (Huh)
Hol on (Hol on), step up (Step up)
Jump in that water, get wetup (Wet up)
I like her best friend better, huh
Might let her tote my Beretta
I know that your must turn, Sleepy never let up, huh
Im too hot, dawg, better catch up (Huh)
Hol on (Wait, wait), hol on
Im too hot though, better catch up (Wow)
Pull up (Huh, what?), pop out (Ah)
Dont got my Glock, you get knocked out (Yeah)
Ride through the block with the top down (Yeah)
Ima clean em up, I brought to mop out (Facts)
Ayy, wait (What?)
Said they love me but Im tryna see how
Free my gang, got em up in the dog pound
Ran it up, aint no puttin my dogs down
(What? What?) Ran it up, aint no puttin my dogs down (Hol on)
(Ayy, ayy) Ran it up, aint no puttin my dogs down (Gang, gang)
Tip toe, mmm-mmm, hol on
Walk on this shit
You know how we rockin
(Gang, gang, baow, Sheff Jesus, Jesus, gang)
They know Im too fat to tip toe
Glockll help you to rest, aint no pillow
Make me search for your house, this aint Zillow
Bullets sent from the Smith, aint no Willow (Hol on, wait)
Did they just? (What?)
Did they turn the beat off in this bitch? (Ooh)
Spent that heat to your steam off in this bitch?
Stay with brooms, bout to clean this type of shit
Wait (** ** you mean), cause Im feeling myself like
Im bout to beat off
No homo, my Glock got a dick
And I walk with a limp like Im deformed (Huh)
So these niggas too bomb (Huh), that's a C4 (Huh)
Big pressure to dogs who oppose all of us (Huh)
I got them big packs on me
No bodybuilder, straps all around like a dyke is with us
Baby so fire, yeah, thats how I bill her
No domestic violence but I got to hit her
I got (Ayy, too much, too much) too much sauce on they ass
I was the class clown, used to laugh
Wait who them niggas? (Right there?)
They tryna jump me, I called bro
If he dont got it, then his gang is soft
They tryna jump me, I called bro
If he dont got it, then his gang is soft (Yeah, yeah)
If he dont got it then his gang is soft (Yeah)
You know how we comin, 2020
Yeah, brrt-bah
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