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dream - trapland pat lyrics

[intro]
(a guy by the name of pepperjack zoe)
duh*duh*duh
duh*duh*duh
ayy, skrrt
i’m going east on southwest 10th street
it’s the best street

[verse]
i really had a dream like martin luther
and you ain’t never hit no talkin’ how was you a shooter?
and your hoe needed a ride, why you think i scoot her?
he caught her leavin’ still got swift i had to flip the uber
navigate the currency that’s really what it’s supposed to be
i tend to cut them off when they try to get too close to me
i’m rollin’ on the plug, like, how don’t n0body notice me
you rеally had attention tell me why you nеver spoke to me
i heard it through the grapevine
big ass glizzy it’s gon’ knock off your tape line if he tryna take mine
grindin’ in a straight lines you know that’s gon’ take time
keep ’em out a distance just in case they try to play slime
runnin’ from the demons i be really tryna’ face mine
she gon’ play with it make it wet all on facetime
only nine hollows left in a chamber you gon’ take nine
and i be really bootin’ why you think i never blink an eye
back against the wall ten toes i will never fall
remember when my phone ain’t used to ring now they always call
i just took her to the mall, spin it back, show her how we ball
22 carrots in my mouth, i got a 21
that ain’t no money back end that’s that show money
break it down to ones i just throw ’em in the strippers
they get floor money
i’m in my section heard they sayin’ threats but i never feel threatened
and if i ever crash, then it’s probly’ ’bout that check then
came up off the muscle what that mean you got a flex them
catch ’em on a map i just went and grab a tec then
i told you like a pastor i just really wanna’ bless them
i feel just like an astronaut, i see they like to pocket watch
he really like to talk a lot
i caught ’em in that parking lot
i ain’t playin’ games with ’em
i ain’t tryna’ hang with ’em
why you got beef just in case i got a stay with ’em
and it’s out off dome i ain’t even had to write this
if they come back all the junkies they gon’ like this
plus i switch the flow, it’s gon’ be hard for them to bite this
my dog he a lefty but he wippin’ with his right wrist
that n*gga talk about he road runnin’
how the f*ck you hit the road and you ain’t sold nothin’
and you could check my resume i never told nothin’
dope sold money fold
i know this money on my lil’ odd
the racks gettin’ bored now got a get exposed now
interigation, he gon’ let ’em know none
all about that money, they know i don’t like it slow now
pat touchdown, pat you ’bout to make it snow now, yea
bring the blocks in, bring the clocks in
i just went and got a triple beam from the action
business really boomin’ think i’m talkin’ ’bout them stocks then
your phone ain’t doin’ nothin’ hit the scroll with ’em rocks then
and it’s out off dome i ain’t even had to write this
if they come back all the junkies they gon’ like this
plus i switch the flow it’s gon’ be hard for them to bite this
my dog he a lefty but he wippin’ with his right wrist
[outro]
duh*duh*duh
yah, ayy
they know we at that duh*duh*duh
yeah, i wish a n*gga would duh*duh*duh
ayy
we ain’t playin’ with ’em
pull up and we spray with ’em
i was layin’ with ’em

- trapland pat lyrics

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