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Solo Yokorono - Insomnia (feat. Dj Highclass) Lyrics



Solo Yokorono - Insomnia (feat. Dj Highclass) Lyrics




When I'm sober... Insomnia
Like wait Bitch hold up, You got the Bubble like soda
Let me come over, I got that Henny dick!
Aint f*cking you sober, aint f*cking you sober
Met her on the ave, in the back of the Bach
J remmy in back, f*cking up a couple stacks
She like her hair did, she know how to act
Im ripping this mag, trynna hit it from the back
I don't mean to offend you, I pop out trynna flex you, I Aint that nigga to stress you
Cause I can not cuff, I can't arrest you
Cause you gonna f*ck me over, Your ex just f*cked you over
So I aint trynna chase you down you faster than a cheetah
You saying this and that you gotta make me a believer
I found you, finders keepers
Aint no bag for weepers
They can't step on me like sneakers
Aint no winners in the bleachers
When I'm sober... Insomnia
Like wait Bitch hold up, You got the Bubble like soda
Let me come over, I got that Henny dick
Aint f*cking you sober, aint f*cking you sober
She wanna link up So hit my phone up
Come bend it over, lets make a motion
She call me daddy, she got the phatty
We out in Cali, im with the baddies
I f*ck up a check she giving me neck. Im back in my bag, im back in my birch
She wanna go work, I pop me a perc, she giving head first, she clap it like church
Im with Christina, she hold my Nina
She roll my weed up
Pour up the liter
My new bitch nani, she got a body
She give me toppy and its sloppy
Yea, yea, yea, yea, and its Sloppppppyyyyy yeahhhhh
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When I'm sober... Insomnia
Like wait Bitch hold up, You got the Bubble like soda
Let me come over, I got that Henny dick!
Aint f*cking you sober, aint f*cking you sober
Met her on the ave, in the back of the Bach
J remmy in back, f*cking up a couple stacks
She like her hair did, she know how to act
Im ripping this mag, trynna hit it from the back
I don't mean to offend you, I pop out trynna flex you, I Aint that nigga to stress you
Cause I can not cuff, I can't arrest you
Cause you gonna f*ck me over, Your ex just f*cked you over
So I aint trynna chase you down you faster than a cheetah
You saying this and that you gotta make me a believer
I found you, finders keepers
Aint no bag for weepers
They can't step on me like sneakers
Aint no winners in the bleachers
When I'm sober... Insomnia
Like wait Bitch hold up, You got the Bubble like soda
Let me come over, I got that Henny dick
Aint f*cking you sober, aint f*cking you sober
She wanna link up So hit my phone up
Come bend it over, lets make a motion
She call me daddy, she got the phatty
We out in Cali, im with the baddies
I f*ck up a check she giving me neck. Im back in my bag, im back in my birch
She wanna go work, I pop me a perc, she giving head first, she clap it like church
Im with Christina, she hold my Nina
She roll my weed up
Pour up the liter
My new bitch nani, she got a body
She give me toppy and its sloppy
Yea, yea, yea, yea, and its Sloppppppyyyyy yeahhhhh
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Writer: Nahshon Wilson, Xavier Warren
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