Dreams In A Write
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Dreams In A Write
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I just woke up, had dreams in a wraith
Still ridin' around in a polo t-shirt
I just woke up, had dreams in a wraith
Hey
I just woke up, had dreams in a wraith
Still ridin' around in a polo t-shirt
Shorty look too damn good in the face
I'm flipping her around on the bed so I can see her
Money get tall and these niggas not involved
Bro got it all if you need work
I cut it off, I was only showing love
I could never ever need her
Make 50k like tonight, that's easy
Baby I make it look light, believe me
Chain leakin' now she wet like a squigi
Broke bitches giving me heebeegeebees
These ho's could never afford us
I cut my racks out of boredom
I got a new bitch, she gorgeous
Stack to the sky from the floor up
Get it then I get some more
She keep calling, yea she want me to hit
But I only fuck her when I'm bored
Her nigga pussy, let em talk all that shit
Man, he never jumped up off the porch
They know my gang is as real as they get
Nigga my life is nothing like yours
Having flashbacks, use to hit all them licks
Now I gotta go back out the porch
I hit the club, I was drippin' Dior
I spent a dub when I walked in the store
Just for the times that I couldn't afford
Hands filthy from that dirty money
But now my money clean like it's doing it's chores
Grind for it, so I earn the money
They be hatin' on me cuz they coming up short
I pulled the racks out, so I could throw some
I see em watching, they think I owe them
My shorty boujie, she don't like no one
I just took the brain off the whip, I could go dumb
Heard you caught a case and you snitched like you know some
We was in the trap, got moves in the post up
She talk shit cuz she got a bag, no Oprah
And I got enough '42 for the whole club
I just woke up, had dreams in the wraith
Still ridin' around in a polo t-shirt
Shorty look too damn good in the face
I'm flipping her around on the bed so I can see her
Money get tall and these niggas not involved
Bro got it all if you need work
I cut it off, I was only showing love
I could never ever need her
Make 50k like tonight, that's easy
Baby I make it look light, believe me
Chain leakin' now she wet like a squigi
Broke bitches giving me heebeegeebees
These hoes could never afford us
I cut my racks out of boredom
I got a new bitch she gorgeous
Stack to the sky from the floor up
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