Lyrics
I'm mr sandman
Taking these hoes dream
Turn these bitches rite into some fiends
Her nigga mad cuz he can't do nthn to me
I got this 45 ready to chop at yo bean
Let it
Pope in the build he bound to get it
Two white hoes he then already hit it
Money no prob cuz there is no limit
You walk around wit all tht nonsense
I'm jus ready to chop shit
Ready to up tht 9 quick
Bust yo bitch bck dwn sick
Oh god damn I'm so scandalous
Idek how you handle it
Bitch got me as dangerous
But really I jus hit
Gang ready to slide dwn wit stick
Yelling 313 cuz im from tht mit
Don't got say to much cuz uk how it get
Get out my face wit all tht sht
I'm jus wondering how next on my list
I'm mr sandman
Taking these hoes dream
And turn these bitches rite into some fiends
Her nigga mad cuz he can't do nthn to me
I got this 45 ready to chop at yo bean
Let it
Pope pope pope
God damn wat is it
I really don't got time to listen
I'm just tryna get to bitches
Cuz They lookin hella Delicious
God must be granting all my wishes
Idk who too trade like Im the pistons
Maybe i should have y'all trade positions
Shoot my shot oh now I get it
Pop pop pop
I tell ya wen I'm finished
So Get out my face wit all tht bitchin
Money keep falling so my fingers got the itchin
Nigga you down so you need to pay attention
Yo btc got a frown cuz she aint gettin this dicken
Dumb ass bitch you would neve catch me slippin
Got the choppa wit da crane
So you can call me big pimpin
Never was lame I been Rory switchin
I'm mr sandman
Taking these hoes dream
And turn these bitches rite into some fiends
Her nigga mad cuz he can't do nthn to me
I got this 45 ready to chop at yo bean
Let it
Writer(s): Deaviyerre Pope
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