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Daydreamin' Lyrics - Artist : Lil Wayne
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I'm 'bout to bring out the whole Young Money fam right now We gon' set this shit off, my nigga Mac Maine for president G-series' out in the streets right now Hit a nigga on MySpace or something man Holler Day dreaming I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Day dreaming! You already know What the fuck is popping Baby I'm what's hopping-a I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'dro And I keep a bad bitch with me on the low I'mma be a G until the day that I go I can feel it in the air The reaper's coming slow Shh I can hear the reaper coming But I ain't scared, oh, no, no, I ain't running Now when I walk past, you might see an extra shadow Angels on my shoulders are using me for a battle Spiritual warfare, good versus evil I even fought the demons as a semen Yes I was brought there, cursed ever since my day of birth Got a Heaven-sent flow, though it's Hell on Earth So, with that in mind, I don't live for Prada I'm trying to stack and mack, and got stigmata Tryna get the same fan base as Big Poppa Sometimes, when I flow, they say the southern Big's popped up They tell me, "Don't get murked or get locked up" But I'm from Holly Grove, I can't give the block up (Holly Grove) So 'til the day they drop my box, fuck I'ma ride with my Glocks up You already know You already know What the fuck is popping Baby I'm what's hopping-a I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'dro And I keep a bad bitch with me on the low I'mma be a G until the day that I go I can feel it in the air The reaper's coming slow (Bring it home mang) I'm hitch-hiking on the highway of life You might see me on the side of the road (Who knew this nigga could sing?) I asked the Lord to be my coat and umbrella 'Cause outside it's raining cold It's so cold It's so cold It's so cold (America) It's so cold I say, Miss America, Land of the Free You ain't never do nothing for a brother like me You sold me a dream of 40 acres and a mule Then you turn that half-a-acre that I had into a pool You get up on the news, lying about how the levee's broke Now Weezy lost 2 Jags, and spitta's Chevy broke Flooded out engines, messed up suspensions You took everything we had, Uncle Sam, you Satan fan You already know What the fuck is popping Baby I'm what's hopping-a I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'dro And I keep a bad bitch with me on the low I'mma be a G until the day that I go I can feel it in the air The reaper's coming slow |
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