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In My Sleep
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BCHILL MUSIC
BCHILL MUSIC
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Byron Hill II
Byron Hill II
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Hill II
Byron Hill II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BCHILL MUSIC
BCHILL MUSIC
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Lyrics

Yaa before the night is over. I guarantee you that you wont catch me sober. Rum and cola, No I cant wait for you not another moment. I be tokin, where am I at? I dont know I be floating. Im so high I could levitate. Winguardium Leviosa. Me, I'm a high roller. I get the green like yoda. I'll turn this party to mardi gras, tell me what you know bout NOLA. Shawty on the stage she whilin' Boutta throw some cash about it. Don't hold back if you got it. Ya I got So much paper all on me. Lock me in just to call on me. Blowin out smoke nothin bothers me. I could do this shit in my sleep. I could do this shit in my sleep I could do this shit in my sleep I could make hits while making plays. Ask my niggas, got shit for days. Speedin down I85 in a new ride. With 2 dimes and a wrist full of blue lights. Ooh I think I'm too high. ooh I think I flew by. I go hard they depend on me. I could do this shit in my sleep. I could make hits while making plays. Ask my niggas, got shit for days Bad bitches all in my photos. I just spent a grip on my polo. She want me on the low tho, solo. She just made it real clear like rhotos. Lets get famous, lets get rich. I aint with that other shit. You heard Imma alien, ill take you to the mothership. Lets be real, I aint got no friends. Less we talkin benjamin. Less you talkin benzes then we really got no business then. I like makin millions and cuttin out the middle men. I aint got no time for haters. Im making a lotta paper So much paper all on me. Lock me in just to call on me. Blowin out smoke nothin bothers me. I could do this shit in my sleep. I could do this shit in my sleep I could do this shit in my sleep I could make hits while making plays. Ask my niggas, got shit for days. Speedin down I85 in a new ride. With 2 dimes and a wrist full of blue lights. Ooh I think I'm too high. ooh I think I flew by. I go hard they depend on me. I could do this shit in my sleep. I could make hits while making plays. Ask my niggas, got shit for days
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