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Dream
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Dream was released on September 17, 2021 by Full Circle Gang as a part of the album The Wave
September 17, 2021
LabelFull Circle Gang
LanguageEnglish
BPM67
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

**** gone hate
It's a nature
I need them horses
No stable
Got them folks
Watching like cable
She come to me
I don't chase her
She come to me
I don't chase her
I hit precise
Like a laser
Pushing them babies
No labor
Fresh I don't need me no taylor
I'm smoking good like a chief
She think I'm harder to keep
I just want my bitches clean
Suck me while I'm sippin lean
I had them racks ona scene
I broke it off wit the team
Bitch I ain't fake im a dream
Reality turnt to a dream
New whip
Gone come wit the muscle
New glock
I can't even tussle
Bad lil bitch
Ima buy her a piece
Just cuz she fuck wit the hustle
I was just turnt ina vip
Wit some freaks
You want her
I won't even cuff her
Fuck her
I can't even lust her
You dawgin
I put on a rubber
These **** be fake as a bitch
Try that we takin yo life
What I get tryna be nice
Gotta be cut like a knife
We bouta shoot
He wan fight
Fuck around play wit yo life
Bitch you gone fly
Like a kite
Keep this shit lit
Like a light
Ran this shit up outta sight
But I'm still on yo bitch mind
And I ain't fuck but she mine
She feel that shit in her spine
My potnas in jersey they slime
We keep getting better with time
I got yo wife on my dick
Hit yo ass up wit this nine
**** gone hate
It's a nature
I need them horses
No stable
Got them folks
Watching like cable
She come to me
Don't chase her
She come to me
Don't chase her
I hit precise
Like a laser
Pushin them babies
No labor
Fresh I don't need me no taylor
I'm smoking good like a chief
She think I'm harder to keep
I just want my bitches clean
Suck me while I'm sipping lean
I had them racks ona scene
I broke it off wit the team
Bitch I ain't fake im a dream
Reality turnt to a dream
That twenty two
Grabbing the shells
Fill that bitch up wit some lead
I just can't fuck wit these ****
Informing lil shit to the feds
My brotha locked up for a 8th
Quit feeding
These **** that beg
Cuz when you ain't got it to give
They aiming that shit at yo head
Ain't no killa
But please don't push me
Kill yo bitch
And I murder the pussy
I ain't eat her
Cuz she kinda bushy
Selling weed
I don't fuck wit that cookie
**** capping
They talmbout this cookie
You backyardigan
Smokin' that boogie
No a boogie
I slide with the hoodie
I told yo lil bitch to pull up
With that pussy
Come here
**** gone hate
It's a nature
I need them horses
No stable
Got them folks
Watching like cable
She come to me
Don't chase her
She come to me
Don't chase her
I hit precise
Like a laser
Pushin them babies
No labor
Fresh I don't need me no taylor
I'm smoking good like a chief
She think I'm harder to keep
I just want my bitches clean
Suck me while I'm sipping lean
I had them racks ona scene
I broke it off wit the team
Bitch I ain't fake i'm a dream
Reality turnt to a dream
Written by: Bruce W Sims
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