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dreams! - fatboybiggz lyrics

[bridge]
i cut off some friends for this, there was really no other option
n*ggas got up on some opp sh*t, so my circle yeah i cropped it
acting like i owe ’em something, n*gga please you need to stop it
and all that pressure on yo’ chest when we fall out now it’s the topic

[ verse 1]
i put all my in to this, n*ggas really know i clap sh*t
so i will not make a diss, you speakin’ on jae3 just know yo’ ass get added to that list
shut the f*ck up need to stay up in your lane ‘fore you get picked
and tell them opp hoes suck my d*ck, you wanna die about that n*gga be my guest i’ll split your wig
i came up from nothing swear to god boy i did not have sh*t
and when i make it please don’t fake it and don’t be spamming my sh*t (on god, on gang)

[hook]
lemon squeeze
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas they be make believe
this some sh*t i always dreamed about since i could f*cking dream
he play i put a hole inside that boy, don’t work for krispy kreme
i dare any n*gga to stop me from living my dream
you would of thought them bullets was mixed with codeine the way it made ’em lean
now i’m getting bucks came up from serving dope to the fiends
now i live this sh*t, i cut off some friends for this
[bridge]
i cut off some friends for this, there was really no other option
n*ggas got up on some opp sh*t, so my circle yeah i cropped it
acting like i owe ’em something, n*gga please you need to stop it
and all that pressure on yo’ chest when we fall out now it’s the topic

[verse 2]
that sh*t crazy how they stab you in the back
i was left for dead they never cared they was not coming back
yeah my own blood crossed me, so you think i care if you fall back?
i’m just gone stack my racks, and flip a sack, and spit bars on the track
these n*ggas always lack so when they pop out we turn ’em to packs
i got my brothers with me so if we slide you know we got mac’s
these not computers the machine guns, so if you play you get whacked
and all that sh*t he said was cap, that boy not known for statin’ facts
i won’t speak on you on wax, yo b*tch gone blow me like a saxo
had to ditch me feezy, they keep blowin up my trap phone
i suffered through the drought and now i’m jiggin’ ‘cuz the pack’s home
if we tweak we bust his dome, we f*ck around and send you home

- fatboybiggz lyrics

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