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Hotboii - Dream (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Hotboii
Rap
Trill Bans
Trill Bans
Programming
MO
MO
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javarri Walker
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
Mohammed Bayoumi
Mohammed Bayoumi
Songwriter
Marko Cervantes
Marko Cervantes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trill Bans
Trill Bans
Producer
Raymond Scott
Raymond Scott
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
MO
MO
Producer

Lyrics

(Trill, where the fuck you at?) Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream I guess it came true, now it's fuck up my jeans Did what I had to do, I'm fulfilling my needs Locked up, only place I was going was sleep Hot how you feel in that cell, that composition, notebook and that pen Nigga locked down, you ain't got no friends Nigga locked down, you ain't got no bitch They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands I cut my EM, come and catch me, you can't I told my momma, 'I ain't going to jail no more' And I did that shit again I feel them people don't want me to win I know where I been, I could never forget To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings And they don't want me in the wind Hotboy cinematic everything he shot gon' get premiered All I want, for niggas know not to play with me, I don't wanna be feared How you want smoke, but, you ain't got no funds All you do is post guns, that shit weird Runnin' with the K, lil' nigga, I could coach ya' Do it for the culture, cause I'm that real I had a dream like Luther Dreamed that I had ten hoes in my bed Dreamed I had caught a R.I.C.O Dreamed I got away from them feds Long live the King of Illinois You can't say the 'V' without 'Roy' It feel like a dream without snoring Glock 23 don't mean Jordan See how I was venting It was just my pen and composition I didn't want to trust these women, following my intuition Bottled up my inner feelings, until I explode We got water bed for wet dreams, I don't want to be woke Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream I guess it came true, now it's fuck up my jeans Did what I had to do, I'm fulfilling my needs Locked up, only place I was going was sleep Hot how you feel in that cell, that composition, notebook and that pen Nigga locked down, you ain't got no friends Nigga locked down, you ain't got no bitch They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands I cut my EM, come and catch me, you can't I told my momma, 'I ain't going to jail no more' And I did that shit again I feel them people don't want me to win I know where I been, I could never forget To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings And they don't want me in the wind I be sipping, I don't get drunk no more I don't even be wantin' to give a fuck no more I be drinking out the bottle, like my cup was broke Got a crush on Parmesan, I can't love no 'ho Can't love no more I don't got love for most Heart so cold I don't got love for folk You already know it, you know
Writer(s): Markos Cervantes, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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