Send "Go 2 Sleep" Ringtone to your Cell


Hook 3x
GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep, GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep
IF YOU'RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep
Ludacris
Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that nonsense
Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical content
Then about where your time spent
Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT!
I send ThreeSix ol' sheeyit, nigga WHAAAT?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal you wound
Infamous 20
Nigga I got shotty's and semi's I love 'dro and Henne' ?
All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got QP's and halves if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'Cris, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch
20, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggotmuthafuckas gotta know the routine
Hook 4x
Crunchy Black
Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors
I look for dividends I ain't lookin' for you hoes
You bitch can't comprehend; let me put one in your boot
Let me put one in your boat, so you ? can go to sleep
So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme blingblingbling, boi
It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi
Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi?
DJ Paul
Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them ThreeSix niggas
This fortyfive gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K.
My last trip to ATL I fucked yo' cascade
I'm strippin' bitches and I'ma ball fucker with a limp
They call me inferstripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp
And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas
Hook 4x
Juicy J
North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound
Nigga we be smokin' life; never shut ya Charlie Brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to ATL
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "Fuck you hoe!"
Nigga rollin' up the moe, as long that white shit up they nose
Mayn this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found
Lil' Fate
Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for
And up, get yaself in this clique
Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut
Look, I'm from Gittero what?
Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck
Niggas in the back of the club postin' up
Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up
Ass in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting
So abide by the call of the streets
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash
Cause Lil Fate gonna creep in ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets


Send "Go 2 Sleep" Ringtone to your Cell

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Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC

Songwriters: BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN/CRAWFORD, SHONDRAE L