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big sean – dreams lyrics

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[verse 1: big sean]
that into it, spitta so intricate
if they ain’t feeling him they get the boot like timberland
they still hating, i reboot ’em like computers
and let them know that your boy on the ball no hooping
but from downtown like a three-point shooter
to uptown they feel a n-gga deeper than m-sseuses
the truth is i does this, spitting like i was toothless
coming to you clearer than blueprints, i move in
they sleeping on me man and i ain’t sheets
bloodsuckers so i’m calling ’em leech
i gotta eat and i’m hungry like i skipped breakfast, where’s the ketchup?
i’m tryna cop the benz or lexus for winter time
so i ain’t gotta go head up to enterprise
just to get my -ss up in a ride
but n-gga’s can’t see me like they born with tinted eyes?
to me you little so to see you i got squinted eyes
and i’m just tryna show all of y’all i’m a soulful dude
compared to me you got about as much sole as shoes
and soul is food, to prove this ask your chick
she all on my d-ck cause i push it like a pool stick
who is this you’re asking?
he’s cold as alaskans, i’m on point like -ss-ssins
y’all as common as jasmines and ashleys
and if you ask me you’re never gonna p-ss me, sheesh, i’m good

[hook: big sean]
yeah, you really wanna talk about good i’m good
you r-really wanna talk about good i’m good
just a n-gga out the hood
with dreams of being, dreams of being, dreams of being rich

[verse 2: big sean]
at a instant, fresh out the trenches
putting compet-tive n-gga’s back on they benches
i make that money my apprentice
cause it lift me up like benching
your baby girl wanna trap me like a prison but i can see through her like prisms
after i’m hitting i’m dipping, banana split ‘n gone
and i’mma throw it to you harder than a quarterback
working with a dime i’m just tryna get a quarter back
whipping up that crack music, you should order that
every 16 is a quarter that you need to hit
well that’s cool, i’m the number one pusher
if a n-gga want heat i’m the number one cooker
if a n-gga want beef i’m the number one butcher
i-i-i wrap around that green like a swisher
my intention of ends getting is h-lla high
and y’all ain’t getting your groove back like stella di’

[hook x2]



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