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2 pistols - sweet dreams lyrics

that’s that sh-t, that’s the sh-t i’m talking about
that’s that sh-t, that’s the sh-t i’m talking about

sweet dreams are made of these
everybody’s looking for something
sweet dreams are made of these
everybody’s looking for something
some of them wanna use you
some of them wanna be used by you

more money, more prize
more money, more prize
my clothes, my life
they want my life, they know that right
more money, more prize

from the gutter, selling that crack, nu i ain’t stutter
word to my brother, biscayne b-tter
but that ain’t even what i wanna tell you
what i wannat tell you remember when i fail you’
a lot of n-gg-s trapping ain’t even got bail
but they don’t wanna tell you that
been gone for a minute but a n-gg- back
hold up, new firm with the ceiling back
somebody acting lame, n-gg-, what you looking at
hold on, let me tell you what they looking at
a young n-gg-‘with a lot of cash’
she was selling sweet dreams so i bought a bag
louis, bergin, burberry, now she gets her feelings like february
but i’m level one until a n-gg- buried
gone till november, more like january
slide with a piece like halle berry
i’m back, boy, and my paper up
n-gg-, talk nice, talk nice
them sweet dreams you try to sell a n-gg-, no, we ain’t buying

sweet dreams are made of these
everybody’s looking for something
sweet dreams are made of these
everybody’s looking for something
some of them wanna use you
some of them wanna be used by you

more money, more prize
more money, more prize
my clothes, my life
they want my life, they know that right
more money, more prize

looking for my weapon, i done found her
you my lady bug so you get yellow flowers
i can make 200 000 in an hour
count them wh-r-s, count that money and the power
i know what you really want, you want a n-gg- that’s stunting
be my cinderella, be loving that pumpkin
you with me guns’
those broke -ss n-gg-s can’t get nothing from me
she 18 but i gotta see id
yeah, yeah, lean on me

sweet dreams are made of these
everybody’s looking for something
sweet dreams are made of these
everybody’s looking for something
some of them wanna use you
some of them wanna be used by you

more money, more prize
more money, more prize
my clothes, my life
they want my life, they know that right
more money, more prize

- 2 pistols lyrics

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