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Neighbourhood Dreams Lyrics - Artist : Woodie Smalls
Oh, happy holidays to all you bitch ass niggas man
It's ya boy Woods Shout out regulator man Is you ready for the soup of the day? Cause me and rap, go together like fries and a steak See my mind in the stake way far from here I'm 'bout to go off I swear y'all niggas ain't prepared I'm in my room swear this shit look like a bachelor party You know ya boy breaded like Paul McCartney For the niggas that've been doubting me I'm over here like fucking apology You know I gotta tell my niggas what's up To all them niggas that supporting y'all should throw it up Bank account is looking like a stank account Can't wait till I'll be stacking chips Give me the finest ride and the baddest bitch I'm talking euros, plural And shout out to D.C And all them niggas on the side that couldn't see me But I ain't even going front 'cause I ain't selling the bid And I been ditching class just to fuck this regular bitch, shit But I ain't even gonna front on these niggas It's way to yes, we gon' stunt on these niggas like Couting profit after profit My niggas soak in money Jiggy niggas we go round and round for the money The bitches who love the sound I ain't stuntin' You see them, they love me now Aye We go round and round Jiggy niggas we go round and round for the money The bitches who love the sound I ain't stuntin' You see them, they love me now Aye We go round and round They tryna tell me I'm a new slave Chasing whips and some gold chains Jezus piece on my niggas make 'em feel saint Ain't no peace when you living in this big cage And we can't eat in the system so we maintain So when you see us, never lay with our feet up My stripes had to earn them like Adidas I'm Derek Jeter The way I knock 'em out the park for the non believers Best believe I'm writing better [?] than my college teachers Young dropout stressing bout what I'm finna be [?] Party roam in the city streets 24/7 jacking producers for they beats Trying to raise the level 'cause wasn't enough fire in the streets Picture me stopping when they told me to stop Same way they'll be expecting me to drop and then flop Then it's back to the block Looking up at the top Same nigga doing college might be selling them rocks 'Cause you making money honest never promised a lot Seeing niggas in designers spilling bottles they pop And you like Damn I know I'm finna get on With my motherfucking bars I'll put that on the Quran Jiggy niggas we go round and round for the money The bitches who love the sound I ain't stuntin' You see them, they love me now Aye We go round and round Jiggy niggas we go round and round for the money The bitches who love the sound I ain't stuntin' You see them, they love me now Aye We go round and round Fucked up, fuck the second verse Imma put in reverse And fuck a slut nigga You don't really wanna see me nigga Pay attention to the kid because I dream, nigga I was playing... Alright let's go |
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