Chief Keef - I'm Tryna Sleep (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Chief Keef - I'm Tryna Sleep (en) Lyrics
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(On foenem)
I just made a million last week
Stone brought his merch on Chief
It's not a lease
On the rims, trick or treat
It's not a treat
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' baby)
I ain't got cheese? I just
made a million last week
Chief my lingo and now my Stone
brought his merch on Chief
Leave out the dealer, paper in
my hand, it's not a lease
Black and orange Forgiatos on
the rims, trick or treat
Say she wanna eat me, told that bitch,
"My dick is not a treat" (No)
Bitch loud as truck, my dick said,
"Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep"
In the Hellcat, I told her, "Shut
up, bitch, I'm tryna creep"
I'm from the hood where we sending
shots right down thе street
I'm from the hood, we don't
use cars, wе use feet
Welcome to the streets where if niggas
can't fight, they use heat
Wet a boy down, it's gon'
be you and not we
Welcome to the streets, it can cost
your life, it's not cheap
Told that bitch, "Give me fifty
percent, I'll turn you up"
I was lookin' for a boss,
baby, and there you was
Bae do whatever I say, that's
my kind of love (Go)
When I first met the bankroll,
I said, "I'm in love" (Go)
Roll the gross up
I'ma lift my doors up
Go, go
It's a new opp pack every time
we roll the gross up
I'll pull up to the hood and
have them lift my doors up
You can throw your fuckin' salt, I'll
still get bread like cold cuts
Catch your ass up at the Moncler,
then we'll give you cold cuts
I'll pull up in the Maybach,
make my bitch the chauffeur
Ah, bitch, it's ten years later,
they still lovin' Sosa
Pussy, is you with the feds?
Fuck you takin' notes for?
Ah, fuck it, I'm the teacher, nigga,
you should've said somethin'
You's a mother fuckin' deer and
foenem out here head huntin'
Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I
told his dumb ass, "Which one?"
Nigga played with the Wock' and
now his dumb ass redrum
I'm so motherfuckin' GOATed,
I should have a TED Talk
Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk,
we made him spin off
Nigga laughed, now he cryin',
made him wipe his grin off
Nigga, it's hot as fuck outside,
you know I'll let my fan off
Pussy, and if you get skinned,
dog, it knock you dread off
Baby, we breaking laws,
we never had an in-law
Nigga fronted me some crack,
I used my legs and ran off
Fast as Usain Bolt how
that nigga ran off
I got enough money to buy some shit
to have a stand off (Hell yeah)
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