No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) Lyrics Bobby Shmurda

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No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) Lyrics Bobby Shmurda sung by Bobby Shmurda from the album Chocolate City represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) by Vito (Producer), AmDesp, Tweek Tune & Bobby Shmurda.

No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) Lyrics Bobby Shmurda

[Intro]
Ain’t got no time for sleep

[Verse]
With so much money on mind, ain’t got no time for me
Shawty call me all the time and say she tired of me
I know that I pop a lot, and smoke a lot of weed
And I don’t pay her any mind when I be countin’ breesh
Baby, I’m busy on the road, I need some time to breathe
They had me locked up in the pens, doin’ twenty-three
So I be stackin’ Mr. Ben ’til he twenty feet
A lot of, a lot of Ms in my twenty-three’s
B^^^^, .45 on my waist, I’m with my ven aquí
B^^^^, .45 on my waist, don’t gotta turn the key
B^^^^, .45 on my waist, I’m in my Bentley Jeep
B^^^^, finna fire on them Ni^^as, they was twenty-three
If I put that iron on them Ni^^as, they remеmber me
If you heard wе slidin’ on them Ni^^as, they make memories
If I put that iron on them Ni^^as, they remember me
If you heard we slidin’ on them Ni^^as, they make memories
Chopper, chopper, brr, brand new chopper out to tear bodies
PJ got a thirty and extenders in this hand Glock
I’m gettin’ get rich as F^^k, I’m just tryna keep my man out
Gave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandbox
Huh, you say it’s love, then why your hands up?
Huh, so you say it’s love, then why your hands up?
They got they hands up ’cause she always got her pants down
They said I stand out, then she tell me I’m the man now
Yeah, and this b^^^^ always got her pants down, yeah
They tryna kill me for my bands now, for my mans now
Tryna kill me for my queso, fill the tan up
Tryna kill me for the Lamb’ now
I got a chopper with a stand now
I bought the chopper with a stand now
I ain’t playin’ ’round, Ni^^as F^^k around and play it down
I’ma tear it down, from their friends and to their grandma
I’ma hit him in his head, hah, I’m go him till the TEC stop
Blow the best spot, I’ma hit him in his yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I hit a Ni^^a, now his mans hot (Brr)
I hit the Ni^^a till it jam, hot
I got the chopper with the stand now, b^^^^, I ain’t playin’ ’round
Send the money in advance, it sound like a band, yah
When I’m bustin’ on my (Baw, baw, baw)
When I’m bustin’ on my, yeah, ha, yeah (Baw, baw, baw)
When I’m bustin’ off the chance, I’m so off them yams
I done kept the thirty in the gram, bustin’, no repent
[?]y ou know my Ni^^as are from jail, right, yeah
They been my Ni^^as, they some jail, right, yeah
I got the kilos in the mans spot, they in the spot hot
Hit the .40, get the block hot, I make you blackout
So tell these Ni^^as, “I’m top shotta,” I’m big and badder
I’m in the kitchen with these choppers, I quick to pop ya
If a Ni^^a play, he gettin’ shot up, head top off
And you know my hits are mighter, in the Spider
Ni^^as play, they gettin’ shot up
Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper
Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper
If you F^^k with Bobby, you F^^k with me, go get your doctor
Go get your papa, go get your mother and your mama (Lil’ b^^^^)
And I’ma go and get my llama (Yeah)
And we gon’ do it on the Flossy, F^^k what you on, G
Yeah, we can do it like some doggies, right on the concrete
And I’ma show you how a dog be
Yeah, she only like me ’cause I’m flossy
She only like me ’cause the office, these Ni^^as bossy
I bought the choppers with the tati, you takin’ floor seats
I’m in the jet, havin’ orgies
I used to shoot up Ni^^as porch, G
I’m in the jet, havin’ orgies, F^^k what you saw, G
I used to shoot up Ni^^as porches, he with the torch, G
Now we lit, we havin’ orgies
Brr, tell them hoes, “Don’t record me”
Brr, ayy, you know ain’t no one as hard as me
No one is dawg as me, can’t no b^^^^ gon’ take in charge of me
No skin as dark as me
And ain’t no Ni^^a ain’t got no heart like me (Uh-uh)
I heard the Ni^^as tryna spark, G
Please, b^^^^, had me come up on your parkin’ lot
In the parkin’ spot
Hit the Ni^^a in the parkin’ spot, right in the parkin’ lot
You know these Ni^^as like to talk a lot
Shh, oh, he ain’t tell you that he coughed a lot? (Lil’ b^^^^)
Brr, oh, they ain’t tell you that they coughed a lot?
Say, “F^^k you talkin’ ’bout?” Say, “F^^k that Sh^t”
Ni^^a, I’m from Clarkson Ave, we them doggies out
Me and ’em dogs, we like to bark a lot
Yeah, and it’s just rappin’, dawg, yeah
And I like my voice ’cause this just rappin’, dawg
Half of this spazzin’, dawg
Don’t need 2K and I start spazzin’ dawg
F^^k with this ratchet though
Gon’ make me put you on game and I’m gon’ clap it off
I slap BD, Ni^^a, and I slap it off, bow
You see his hi-top, watch me slap it off
Heard that you backin’ off
Ni^^as play, then knock your ratchet off
And then I just slapped it off, bow, bow
Hit that ratchet off, brr
Watch me, big Boosie, backin’ off
Brr, now watch this ratchet back the p^^^^ off
I dropped them, I slapped them off
You see his response, we slap him off
Watch me clap it off
First deal, Ni^^a (What)
First talk, first dead Ni^^a
First Ni^^a talk, first catch a round, Ni^^a
From the ounce, Ni^^a
Play with me, it’s goin’ down, Ni^^a
Lay him down, Ni^^a, from his motherF^^kin’ squad, Ni^^a
Make up your face like you bi, Ni^^a
You F^^k around and catch a shot, Ni^^a
You know I’m hot, Ni^^a, play with me, that’s on the spot
He dropped his chops, bleed, everybody gettin’ shots, Ni^^a
Brr, .45 in the Glock, Ni^^a
Brr, yeah, they know I’m a hot Ni^^a, hit your block, Ni^^a
Put the .30 in the Glock, we gon’ get you shot, Ni^^a
F^^kin’ with me like you bi, Ni^^a
They made these p^^^^^^ talk a lot, Ni^^a
Until I catch him on the spot, Ni^^a
Make a shot, Ni^^a, with the .30 in the Glock
Walk his block, Ni^^a, catch him in the parkin’ lot, Ni^^a
Dub, and I’m gon’ get ’til I’m parked, Ni^^a
Hood, they F^^k with me, then they gon’ get parked, Ni^^a
They get parked, Ni^^a, quick, fast
Get ’em sparked, Ni^^a, play the heart, Ni^^a
Play for keeps when you’re on Ni^^a (What)
That gang Sh^t ’til the morn’, Ni^^a
That gang Sh^t ’til the night, Ni^^a
That’s your life, Ni^^a
Play with us, we GS9, Ni^^a
Hit you twice, Ni^^a
Hit you three times in your eyes, Ni^^a
Brr, shootin’, shootin’, Ni^^as blind, Ni^^a
Brr, he only got two on his rod, Ni^^a, and two slide, Ni^^a
We got two up on his side, Ni^^a
Hit his side Ni^^a, soon
Hit him in the ride, Ni^^a
Brr, right in his head, right in his side, Ni^^a
Brr, ha ha ha ha
Dread Ni^^a, yeah
They F^^k with me, they know I’m Crip, Ni^^a
They play with me, they know it’s lit, Ni^^a
Give a six Ni^^a, hit right you right in front your b^^^^, Ni^^a
Grip the click, Ni^^a, drums hanging off the whip, Ni^^a, brr

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