Ludacris - Go to Sleep lyrics

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Ludacris - Go to Sleep lyrics

Feat. Infamous 2-0, Lil' Fate, Three-6 Mafia) [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 non-sense Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT! I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, n***a WHAAAT? If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would [Infamous 2-0] n***a I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henne' ? All brown and skinny, but I've f**ed up so many I got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blast You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tit (Titi boi), I'm off the rip I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the b**h 2-0, Mr. Crayola; n***as know what I mean 'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green And all you f*ggot-muthaf**as gotta know the routine [Hook 4x] [Crunchy Black] b**h it's me again, kickin' in your f**in' doors I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes You b**h can't com-prehend; let me put one in ya bro Let me put one in ya bro, so you n***as can go to sleep So, lay down b**h; gimme all that you dreamed for Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, 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 Three-Six n***as This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, n***a Or bustin' ma**ive 'round some S.K My last trip to A-T-L I f**ed yo' cascade I'm strippin' b**hes and I'ma ball f**er with a limp They call me infer-stripper, s**y, red hoe's pimp And quick to sink her on the n***a 'cause this what it's 'bout We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his f**in' mouth We Memphis n***as [Hook 4x] [Juicy J] North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound n***a we be smokin' lite; never Cha Cha Charlie Brown Memphis n***as in this b**h; pockets full, ya know we bail Hooked up with my n***a 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "f** you hoe!" n***as rollin' Optimo, snortin' that white sh** up they nose Mayne this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as f**; catch me in the lost and found [Lil' Fate] Better use common sense checkin' me out for b**h I can stand for And up, get yaself in this clique Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a s*ut Look, I'm from Gittero what? Southside n***as throw it up when it's time to get buck n***as in the back of the club postin' up Waitin' for a n***a that's new to make it up As in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long b**h check in She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting So abide by the code of the streets If ya got a b**h better keep her on a leash Cuz Lil' Fate gonna creep in ya home while you gone Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets [Hook 4x]

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