Dream (feat. Guap Tarantino)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
 Hood Baby, Guap Tarantino
 Uh (D. Hill)
 No motherfuckin' cap in our gang, nigga
 Fill that boy with lead (Lead)
 Get cheese and gettin' bread (Racks)
 Eighteen, I'm rocking, yes (Yes)
 We paint the city red (Yeah)
 She suck it with her brace (Woo)
 Then foenem come and race (Woo, woo)
 Boy, you crying lead
 Yeah, this chopper break your legs (Brr)
 Ooh, I had a dream, I had baguettes in my rings
 Drip drip on my spleen, I put drip drip on my team
 Off-White drip, she rocking Fashion Nova jeans
 What this cash gone bring? Yeah, a whole lot of fame
 Oh, yeah, it's up (Tellin' ya)
 Red in my cup (Tellin' ya)
 Ran this shit up (Tellin' ya)
 Air this shit out (Tellin' ya)
 You niggas ain't seen
 I'm on they neck, finna pop out like spring
 Got your bitch ready, suck me out my jeans
 Bust down baguetties mixed up in the ring
 Stick get unleaded, you play with my team
 Hatin' nigga, what's next?
 I count up a check
 Lil Gotit, boy, what that nigga said?
 Got bread to put on his head (Racks, racks, racks)
 Couple days, he play and he dead (Yeah)
 They gon' spray, they geeked up on meds (Woo)
 Conversate, he play with the feds
 I hope that they chop off his head
 Niggas some cap, flex (Flex)
 We the topics, they know who the best (Best)
 Feel the best when I'm geeked out on meds (On the meds)
 Talking M's, then come be my guest (Be my guest)
 Lil' bitty shrimp, you can't be no less (Be less)
 Feel like a pimp when I fuck on the next (On the next)
 Walk with a limp cause these racks on me, yes (Yeah, yes)
 Aim at your temp', we don't aim at no chest, yes (Yeah, yes)
 Fill that boy with lead (Lead)
 Get cheese and gettin' bread (Racks)
 Eighteen, I'm rocking, yes (Yes)
 We paint the city red (Yeah)
 She suck it with her brace (Woo)
 Then foenem come and race (Woo, woo)
 Boy, you crying lead
 Yeah, this chopper break your legs (Brr)
 Ooh, I had a dream, I had baguettes in my rings
 Drip drip on my spleen, I put drip drip on my team
 Off-White drip, she rocking Fashion Nova jeans
 What this cash gone bring? Yeah, a whole lot of fame
 I got the chop with the Uzi (Tellin' ya)
 I'm horny, let's go make a movie (Yeah)
 I pull up with shawties in dually (Yeah)
 I'm cooling, I'm rocking this jewelry (Yeah)
 Got GG, but she rocking CC (CC)
 My diamonds gon' glist' like the TV (TV)
 Real solid, we trap out the Speedy (Speedy)
 Stick hit him, we left him linguini ('Guini, 'guini)
 She got overseas pussy, no English (Woo)
 On this Perc' and this 'Scotti, I'm dreaming (Let's go)
 Tap me in, diamonds knock you out the rink (Brrt)
 AR, pull the stick out the mink (Hrrt)
 Act' in my cup, take a drink (Act')
 These pussy lil' boys get pink
 Fuck it, I'll freeze up the dream
 Yeah, the slime life ain't easy (Slatt)
 Too hard, could've been a free agent (Agent)
 You ain't dripping like us, you jealous (Hood Baby)
 Dive in this money, done turned to a fetish
 Gave her a pill, she popped her, yeah
 Shoot it right up, don't need no X
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rocking baguettes
 Hottest in the street, lil' nigga, just bet it (Tellin' ya)
 Fill that boy with lead
 Get cheese and gettin' bread (Racks)
 Eighteen, I'm rocking, yes (Yes)
 We paint the city red (Yeah)
 She suck it with her brace (Woo)
 Then foenem come and race (Woo, woo)
 Boy, you crying lead
 Yeah, this chopper break your legs (Brr)
 Ooh, I had a dream, I had baguettes in my rings
 Drip drip on my spleen, I put drip drip on my team
 Off-White drip, she rocking Fashion Nova jeans
 What this cash gone bring? Yeah, a whole lot of fame
 Tellin' ya
 Tellin' ya
 Tellin' ya
 Tellin' ya
 

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Duration
03:15
Key
8
Tempo
143 BPM

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