Thugz Mansion - Insomniak (Remix) lyrics

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Thugz Mansion - Insomniak (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Van Gar V] With such clammy hands Prolly never win a grammy Sam, and me lack sanity but Recover with a gram of weed Bandz comin, torches lit Pitch forks not in hay Pissed parents picket On the album drop day like Every day sposed to be the same Gar v shocked us With his value Rocked us like When the cokehead first tried crack dude Thugz talkin smack, talk back f** your attitude I gotta little beef b**h You won't see it til you get me nude But it's called lude behaviour You're gonna need some to get me to Return the favor Heres a waver for a munch I got my a** some 'food' Icecubes in the bong, how long has it been? S'been a while. got a pile And it's gon get thin Mile high club, stuck in the chip aisle coughin Caution sign, tiles wet Bout tripped over wit mine The same time the manager eye me But im jus munchin dawg And that ain't crime sh** changes, so does the ryhme scheme I plan to change and start cashin My team, strange but we lastin We mean, n if you playn we get to blastin Imagine My ways change Pfft I didn't change my ways, my days changed My ways. rearranged my brain and made me Capable pull out the blade If you dont pay me [Verse 2: Samworth] Swear that I'm gon body this beat Lyrics comin' at ya like Jordan with the sneaker heat Bouncers on deck, then I'm gon sneak da heat Juke and rob cuz we need to eat I'll sell ya a gram that's nothin but leaf White boy with bars ya in disbelief You can talk sh** all day it don't bother me Your breath stink, dirty and I stay clean You're a stain, remove you with some oxy clean I'm a boxer on these tracks, call me bu*terbean Eating good but I'm better lean Sippin lean, eatin pizza Pretty soon we gon need a Visa Tourin around and coppin this cheddar Came along way from choppin letus Tryna make a career from writin letters We're the kids santa gave no presents Show up to ya party you're blessed by our presence TM I'll rap it's a new fetish You're lookin awfully salty jus like a piece of feta That's impossible man, you got no cheese And I bet you even talk to the police Muhf**a, I ain't got nothin to say but Peace