Lyrics

Sweet dreams are made of these Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something In a city full of real niggas And the real killers Im just tryna get rich Touch seven figures Real bread winner And she staring at my ice Like niggas do strippers While you playing with your switches I be playing with your bitches Treat her like Gucci In the kitchen doing dishes Treat her like a dog Give her bone give her kisses Oou damn baby girl mouth so vicious Two door coupe and they got no keys Gotta live luxury penthouse suite Dont got that so I take a double tree Ooh I know you mad she fuck with me Might take her out Blow her back out spree Come in my room its a real freak nic You aint got stop put your hands On your knees Girl dont stop put your hands On your knees I dont fuck with 12 But I make the bitch freeze Put it in her back make her sing Alicia keys One bitch two bitch Ima need three Room full of paid money Growing on trees Pick you out a bag I might get you What you need He aint gotta know that its Coming from me You aint gotta stop Put your hands on your knees One more time put your hands on Your knees While niggas selling yall sweet dreams About who they killing And what they killing Man im just having fun Niggas always talking about killing this Killin that Man while you playing With them switches Im playing with your bitch You feel me They call me Uncle Luke Cause I bring out the freaks Got your girl strolling in my room Like a Greek She say that she love me Im her favorite sneaky link Give her dope dick turn her to a fiend Played her like Chris Paul Shell never get a ring Sold her pipe dreams now She call me Dr King Sold her pipe dreams Now she call me Dr King Sold her pipe dreams Now she call me Dr King Two door coupe and they got no keys Gotta live luxury penthouse suite Dont got that so I take a double tree Ooh I know you mad she fuck with me Might take her out blow her back Out Spree Come in my room Its a real freak nic You aint got stop put your hands on Your knees Girl dont stop put Your hands on your knees I dont fuck with 12 But I make the bitch freeze Put it in her back make her Sing Alicia Keys One bitch two bitch ima need three Room full of paid money Growing on trees Pick you out a bag I might get you What you need He aint gotta know that its Coming from me You aint gotta stop Put your hands on your knees One more time put your Hands on your knees Sweet dreams are made of these Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something
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