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busta rhymes – hope your dreams come true lyrics

[intro]
look

[verse 1]
with this imaginary sh+t these n+ggas is sayin’ (i’m the greatest, b+tch)
and i’d rather show ya better than i can tell ya
watch how i’m comin’ back and then i k!ll ’em
and f+ck ’em up while ya successful at failure
most of you n+ggas got a drip that’s f+cked up
you should k!ll your stylist and hire a tailor (ah)
no, we can’t relate the funny sh+t you displayin’ (whatchu doin’?)
f+ck you want me to go do?
can’t even relate to sh+t you be sayin’ (watchu sayin’?)
like you got sh+t in your mouth, f+ckers you talkin’ about, n+ggas thinkin’ we playin’? (we ain’t playin’, n+gga)
lights in the v.i.p. with your broad
from the bread that we slide and for bottles we sprayin’ (ah)
and i’m makin’ ’em do sh+t they don’t gotta do
hit ’em in the way they ain’t got a clue
gimme money, make a pay out the blue
mommy actin’ like she can’t believe that it’s true (b+tch, i’m a miracle)
how i layed ’em and come up way outta shoe (come up out ’em)
banish n+ggas then i get up and vanish with the shawty, pull up the coupe (pull up)
massive every time i pull up, leave ashes, disappear again for a few
while i’m leavin’ them they sit down and try to figure out the sh+t that i do
i’ll be just leavin’ n+ggas where they be until it be time to get ghost on ’em
[chorus]
ooh, y’all (y’all n+ggas know) know just what to do (y’all n+ggas know what to do, y’all n+ggas know what to do)
come with me (follow me, n+gga) and let me show you (let me show you, my n+gga)
hope your dreams come true (i hope your dreams come true)
if you ain’t with me (you ain’t with me, my n+gga), f+ck you

[post+chorus]
f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you
f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you

[verse 2]
little b+tch, you ain’t get you the message?
everything about a n+gga jackin’, and believe me, there is god in your presence
you ain’t gotta believe me, my n+gga, ’til i beat your ass out of your denims (denim)
send out my b+tches to rob you n+ggas, run and learn you a couple of lessons
now i’m sick like a motherf+cker, but the antidote, take you this medicine, n+ggas (pop you this pill)
bibi+baba+i don’t know what to call it, i’m f+ckin’ up everything, n+gga
far as everything else, i make the adjustment, but i’m back in my element, n+gga (yes we is)
send [a n+gga in?] and it’s f+ck all these beats with the bag, i’m intelligent n+ggas
now while i know i pull up in the ghost, you talkin’ the most, little irrelevant n+ggas (shut up)
you talkin’ too much and you need to shut f+ck up, boy, you a delicate n+gga (you p+ssy)
it’s so unfortunate that some of you n+ggas ain’t got proper etiquette, n+gga
while your bank account is at a deficit, all of my diamonds is elegant, n+gga
i don’t know, i don’t know why n+ggas still try to test the champ knowin’ i’m so undefeated
i’m not tryna hear your b+tch ass, sittin’ under my plate and see you, it already deleted
you better believe that it’s hot and i’m back in this b+tch and you know that i’m keepin’ it heated
especially i’m on f+ckin’ sh+t up beyond description, my n+gga, no caption is needed
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
ooh, y’all (y’all n+ggas know) know just what to do (y’all n+ggas know what to do, y’all n+ggas know what to do)
come with me (follow me, n+gga) and let me show you (let me show you, my n+gga)
hope your dreams come true (i hope your dreams come true)
if you ain’t with me (you ain’t with me, my n+gga), f+ck you

[post+chorus]
f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you
f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you

[chorus]
ooh, y’all (y’all n+ggas know) know just what to do (y’all n+ggas know what to do, y’all n+ggas know what to do)
come with me (follow me, n+gga) and let me show you (let me show you, my n+gga)
hope your dreams come true (i hope your dreams come true)
if you ain’t with me (you ain’t with me, my n+gga), f+ck you

[post+chorus]
f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you
f+cka+you+f+cka+you+f+cka+you

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