Your Old Droog - Sleepers... lyrics

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Your Old Droog - Sleepers... lyrics

[Verse 1] Precious z's I got the TV in the back watching Louie [?] Rappers curing my insomnia My EP raised wild standards Drunk as a Cuban, y'all black and mild mannered Your daughter’s on the woodtip, I told her get a good grip Cause at any given moment it could slip Gotta exercise self-control well, said it defeats the purpose Using a victory cigar then roll the L, burn Swisher sweet Bumping this Larry Fisherman beat You finito, don’t talk that nasty sh** I’m finna eat though, the state of the game can make you puke, gross And the media is on some next sh**, getting too close Brother got the nerve to call himself a journalist Talking all the time, he need to learn to listen And the artist they s** is starstruck When they leaders talking like like their sh** is deep It puts me to sleep Ayo, all we do is craft rap hangers That’s slap bumping out their headphones and strap hangers Use that sh** as a metronome You know so you don’t forget your poem Write it down when you get home Play that old sound a break, head the dome The entire buildings feel me, I don’t just command the room You see folks on their best behavior when Droog around Prefer a girl my age, but I take a cougar down I knew a chick named Sneakerhead, Sneakerhead She licked her sole like Fat Joe, even gave the sneaker head Y'all just have your Puma and Stan Smith and Bates Do you mind if we dance with your dates? Oh, you mind? Take it outside and wash shoes Cats are sort of wild, but couldn’t walk a quarter mile in our shoes They still shopping at Marshalls, I show up, make ‘em close Eat your food like stake 'em, stake 'em hoes Where all the hoes hearing my cadence and my drawl? I haven’t even made sense of it all Send a shot like a spitball, shake the ghost And make the most of my undying spirit, going away with y'all I’m out here getting my career and my bread right You out there looking like a deer in the headlights Said it was piff, but it was airy that you sold us No good like some titties ruined by the aureolas

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