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lirik lagu daddy needs sleep – stiles mcgiles

[shout-out yung sprite, shout out yung sprite]

(yung sprite)
we bout to blast but you smoking on that gas
better hurry up b-tch your pedals goin really fast
it’s our turn ya we goin’ school learn
nah f-ck that all we tryna do is burn
you talkin beef sh-t? man you eat sh-t
bro your sh-t h-lla whack have you chiefed it?
stop calling my phone b-tch i’m on one
seven pods down and i’m going for the long run

(ben xanna)
for the p-ssy, xanna does it for the p-ssy
said f-ck school, gotta focus on my grind
yung mcgiles call me up you know i’m getting signed
hop on the track with yung mothaf-ckin sprite
[sprite]
chiefed two cartis and he’s higher than a kite
lace up the sneakers, lace em up clean
daddy needs sleep and we make a lot of cream
spend it on pods, f-ck clout gods
hypebeast b-tch burn your yeezys like logs
she said i make juul make bank like a savage
grindin up gr-ss like it’s mothaf-ckin cabbage
b-tch you a hater, you f-ckin clout chaser
f-ck with dns and we’ll shoot you like a traitor
gang gang gang b-tch break you like a twig
search my f-ckin bag and i’ll shoot you with a cig
that cigs sour, 44 caliber, bullet in your brain f-ck your b-tch in the shower

[whole squad throwing down for the p-ssy, f-ck a beat i might drown in that p-ssy]

(yung sprite)
we been blastin’ but you smoking on that gas again
daddy needs sleep put you in a casket then
f-ck her up b-tch i’m tryna catch a nut
been ballin b-tch you know we zooted up
ice her up b-tch, s-xy on my chain
suck [?] b-tch everybody know my name
they say yung sprite, yung sprite, yung sprite
why you be the only one f-ckin up the mic?

(ben xanna)
hold up man six g’s in me
said i’m f-ckin up the mic you trippy
pedals go fast but we walk everywhere
cross town for a fat rip of the air
now i’m buzzing and i got junior on my lap
computer room yeah you know that sh-t be the trap

(yung sprite)
that sh-t be the trap
20 on my back
got the red dot leave you p-ssies on the map

(ben xanna)
camping on the map, pop a f-ckin cap
body bag that b-tch cause he don’t know how to rap
joe budden b-tch, curved her pretty hard
no designer on my waist, no black card

(yung sprite)
we bout to blast but you smoking on that gas
better hurry up b-tch your pedals goin really fast
your sh-t wack, man your ash is h-lla black
your sh-t look like a tooth pick that just took a shat
b-tch boy don’t get caught with the wrong one
daddy needs sleep put a finger in yo mom’s bum

- stiles mcgiles

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