CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Revenge of the Dreamers pt 4
Gave a n***a my last
How could you hate on me?
When I was packin' my bag
Why you ain't wait on me?
Hopped my ass in that cab
Took it way O street
Pulling all of my scabs
Hoping they don't bleed
I have my last in my pocket with the steaks on me
I was going so fast, I ain't have no brakes on me
Pull up with a bad b*t*h she like "it's a lake on me"
And just so you know we back here, we splittin' the seat
Yeah man, I love you, yeah you know I'm splittin' the tree
Gotta get the cake, OD
Movin' fast like [?] on me
No [?] but the b*t*h say my body so long
She wanna play on me
My n***a wasn't nervous
Weren't no shakes on me
I'm just tryna keep it sane and remain lowkey
I'm in the crib [?] off [?]
Jaw lock, molly rock
Got my face all mean
Last time I drunk at a show
I had to throw the drank in the face
Of the security
In the club tryna take y'all drinks!
Still cut the steak off clean
And I lookin' like a stringbean
b*t*h my T-bone mean
Still take [?] for the team
You n***as all for the clout
My [?] for the cheese
And I've seen sh*t go on 'round these streets
You don't know me, see
Sports wasn't organized
Can't switch on my team
Still stick to the schemes
scalp, you know I'm talkin' 'bout that beam!
Good pu**y
Bustin' like the old couch out the springs
Aah! (f**k!)
Aah! (f**k!)
(b*t*hes gon' love that, b*t*hes gon' love that!
b*t*hes gon' love that!)
b*t*hes definitely don't love that sh*t, n***a
You know me, we in the kitchen with it
We in the kitchen with it
You ain't gon' tell me nothin'
We 3,000 miles away in this b*t*h
You ain't gon' tell me nothin', n***a
We here
(Aah!)
(Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!)
How could you hate on me?
When I was packin' my bag
Why you ain't wait on me?
Hopped my ass in that cab
Took it way O street
Pulling all of my scabs
Hoping they don't bleed
I have my last in my pocket with the steaks on me
I was going so fast, I ain't have no brakes on me
Pull up with a bad b*t*h she like "it's a lake on me"
And just so you know we back here, we splittin' the seat
Yeah man, I love you, yeah you know I'm splittin' the tree
Gotta get the cake, OD
Movin' fast like [?] on me
No [?] but the b*t*h say my body so long
She wanna play on me
My n***a wasn't nervous
Weren't no shakes on me
I'm just tryna keep it sane and remain lowkey
I'm in the crib [?] off [?]
Jaw lock, molly rock
Got my face all mean
Last time I drunk at a show
I had to throw the drank in the face
Of the security
In the club tryna take y'all drinks!
Still cut the steak off clean
And I lookin' like a stringbean
b*t*h my T-bone mean
Still take [?] for the team
You n***as all for the clout
My [?] for the cheese
And I've seen sh*t go on 'round these streets
You don't know me, see
Sports wasn't organized
Can't switch on my team
Still stick to the schemes
scalp, you know I'm talkin' 'bout that beam!
Good pu**y
Bustin' like the old couch out the springs
Aah! (f**k!)
Aah! (f**k!)
(b*t*hes gon' love that, b*t*hes gon' love that!
b*t*hes gon' love that!)
b*t*hes definitely don't love that sh*t, n***a
You know me, we in the kitchen with it
We in the kitchen with it
You ain't gon' tell me nothin'
We 3,000 miles away in this b*t*h
You ain't gon' tell me nothin', n***a
We here
(Aah!)
(Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!)
