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Yella Beezy — Sleep On Feat HoodFame Lil Ronnie
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yella Beezy
Yella Beezy
Vocals
G$ Lil Ronnie
G$ Lil Ronnie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lemarcus Wright
Lemarcus Wright
Songwriter
Markies Conway
Markies Conway
Songwriter
G$ Lil Ronnie
G$ Lil Ronnie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lemarcus Wright
Lemarcus Wright
Producer
Jeff Mount
Jeff Mount
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Every time we hit the club, it's a muthafuckin' photoshoot
M-my cousin said shine make these pussy ****'s know it's you
I heard a lot of **** talkin, they must thinkin' it's some hoe in you
Runnin' round talkin' and doin' shit that a ho would do
Who the fuck these **** supposed to be? King gonna rough 'em up
And if these **** talkin' like they gangsta, we gon' fuck 'em up
Sheisty bitch, oh you feelin' me, say you can look but please don't touch
'Cause you the same bitch with all that cappin' and that actin' up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, you picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
Yeah, you a stupid bitch
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
Yeah, you a dumb ****
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
Yeah, you a dumb ****
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
[Verse 3]
Hey, hey, these **** love pillow talkin' on them same pillows I skeet on
Them same pillows that your BM put your kids to sleep on
Tell me ****, why you mad at me? She wanna get her freak on
Yeah, she a freaky bitch, say the type I just might just pee on
Hey, fuck with me, it HFG, we gon' squeeze, no Capri Sun
That choppa bless a ****, ain't no off once that creep on
These **** woofin', yeah, they peon, player like I'm Leon
What the fuck is he on, ****, shinin' like I'm neon
I'm runnin' plays like I'm Deion, back to back like rerun
My first day out on three bonds, I'm back coolin' like freon
Say don't start no shit, won't be none, surpass you **** beyond
I'm chillin' with my fiance, please don't be dumb
[Verse 4]
Yeah, you picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
Yeah, you a stupid bitch
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
Yeah, you a dumb ****
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
Yeah, you a dumb ****
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
[Verse 5]
Ay, why the fuck these **** sleepin', they must snoozin' on some sleepin' pills
Ay, your partners ain't your partners, you can't pay a **** to keep it real
Ay, I'm mister antisocial, need to work up on my people skills
Ay, them people talkin' bout signin' me, tell them folks I need at least a mil
All up in your ho, that's easy kill, don't move too much, say please be still
Ay, whippin' the chicken, the easy meal, **** have them shooters where your people is
We got it for cheap, we keepin' deals, lean, lean, lean, we keepin' a seal
These **** be fake, like it don't exist to keep it real, sticks on sticks, we keepin' steel
These youngins jumpin' up out they sleep, they need a pill, my ****, they steal, for real, for real
Took they time, they waitin' for appeals
Don't sleep on us, we come in your shit and wake you up like it's a drill
If we come, then we come to kill, get back to rollin' like wheels
[Verse 6]
Yeah, you picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
Yeah, you a stupid bitch
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
Yeah, you a dumb ****
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
Yeah, you a dumb ****
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
You picked the wrong **** to sleep on
[Verse 7]
Old stupid bitch, yeah, picked the wrong **** to sleep on
This still the same phone you tryna hit up 'cause you need loans
Ay, these **** talking gangsta but in they body, ain't got a G bone
I'm up early with narcotics while you **** gettin' your sleep on
Ay, shh, shh, shh, hi-hit her with that bitch be gone
And when a **** get to sprayin', yeah bitch, be gone
And psh, psh, psh, get to sprayin' when that beef on
That silencer on the thooka, can't hear it when the heat on
[Verse 8]
**** better watch the motherfuckin' groove in they face, man
Fuck you sleepin' on me for, man?
Yeah, I mean, that's just the dumbest shit ever, you know what I'm sayin'?
Bitch, weak ass ****, you don't understand?
We on that though, anything ho
Written by: Lemarcus Wright, Markies Conway
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