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Trembling Blue Stars

Genres: Pop

Sleep Lyrics - Trembling Blue Stars

[ScareCrow] 

Please stay sleep, please stay sleep 

please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep 

Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood 

from the cup to the coffin lid grill 

Silence for singin some many six songs 

of a place they call heaven now skids or broke hell 

Christian or rune, my Lithonia despite ghetto 

suspension suspect a sent or no souls 

Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient crucial 

past like Krueger's is gross 

Satanic in scent were wrote on the scent 

it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves 

Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp 

in the land of protest a man-day 

Infinite six, eternal the six 

forever the six I sits outta da flames 

Sick minded soldiers wit suffering 

singing and searching to stable severe for some pain 

Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling 

crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips 

Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun 

daily as the right wipe on my lips 

Indulge yourself with the posters 

and noisy money and drugs interior golds 

I tell you how is your profit 

demand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes 

 

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[Gangsta Boo] 

I click so quick, my spells are slick 

I'm comin' again with much more 

You niggas be jealous cuz my profit sellin' 

Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga- roes 

Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention 

Yo ass is in the click, you fell in the click 

cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch 

Yo peep this, my niggas be packin' artillery making yo ass whine 

I'm packin' this bomb ass car that's robbin yo ass blind all the time 

You think I love you, never nigga I'm out to get my cheese 

Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga that guy left on his knees? 

Smokin' out, cuz I need to get high before I go on my mission 

My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin' 

So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch) 

You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich 

 

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[Hook:] 

Sleep baby sleep 

Princes is all I dream 

Beware of this cloud, cuz it is just too deep 

Sleep baby sleep 

 

[DJ Paul] 

We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10 

The Mack-12 hit 'em wit the Mack-11 

Catch ya slippin at the 7-11 

Put the swords in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven 7 

Lily villains? couldn't stop these hits 

certainly when ya fuck around wit da Three Six Mafia on top a ya 

Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank 

Really tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya house 

Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch 

Get 'em up wit galled off 

Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about 

Thug'd out, drugged out, already 

Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy 

Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it 

Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch 

While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo fuckin shit 

Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it 

Where ya run at? Da Three Six gun that, all bitches about the cheap 

Hangin low and standin' hi, stayin' hi, on the mutha fuckin street 

 

[Crunchy Black] 

Should I let a nigga live? 

Should I let a nigga die? 

I should watch a nigga cry 

While I sing dem lullaby 

As da tears hit the floor 

Dealin' shit, how not a roar? 

Crunchy Black is not a whore 

And Raven Red and heavens door 

As I soar through yo life 

You be beggin' for some Christ 

Aint no mutha fuckin' Christ 

All I wanna see is die 

 

[Juicy J] 

Yo sleep at night, we coming through yo mutha fuckin' window pane 

Make sure at night, you shut it tight so the killer wont split ya brain 

Don't make a move in ya room you better believe it's a big surprise 

Nuttin but them two like a glock boy a sick infrared between ya eyes 

Tie that bitch up wit the gray tape, 

rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt 

Chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till ya know theres nothing left 

Please stay sleep! 

 

[Hook] 

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