c-mac & yung nx - cream lyrics
(hook)- yvng mooch
aye, aye
got the cream, aye, got the cream
yea we living on a dream, aye, aye, aye
got the cream, aye, got the cream
choppas loaded with the beams
(verse 1) – c-mac
b-tches so wet
from the cream we go and get
you ain’t workin’ hard
till you break a f-ckin’ sweat
this is just a warm-up
it ain’t our hardest yet
once we in the f-ckin’ game
we know our mindset
you know it’s c-mac
always kickin’ sh-t off
haters might catch it once
but it usually be a bluff
we wanna make it all
like kyrie when he ball
steppin’ back, call me harden
imma make them haters fall
yeah
you know what we want aye
what we want
wanna stand out
like we in a bold font
so we gettin’ to work
ain’t no free time in our hands
hoes startin’ to twerk
when i’m throwin’ up the bands
yeah
this is how we do it
there ain’t nothin’ to it
we just gotta prove it
take my shot and shoot it
(hook)- yvng mooch
aye, aye
got the cream, aye, got the cream
yea we living on a dream, aye, aye, aye
got the cream, aye, got the cream
choppas loaded with the beams
(verse 2)- yung nx
i be posted with the thotties know they like to party
drop a molly in her cup, dancin, thinkin’ she my shawty
bl!ckies out, yeah, like we in the f-ckin’ army
b-tches out and they lookin’ like some f-ckin’ barbies
bottle in her hand, yeah, she drippin’ straight bacardi
i ain’t sorry lil mama, no, i ain’t sorry
she wanted 1 ring, i got her 4, aye
pullin’ out the lot with an audi rs4
sippin’ ac and now i really want some more
off the lean me and all my homies hit the floor
wait a year and imma show you all, aye
me and my team shootin but we dont play ball
whatchu waiting for
whatchu waitin for
my team countin’ greens
yeah we some feinds
money over everything, yeah, we getting creams
i’m screamin’ f-ck the ops, yeah, yeah they want my team
(hook)- yvng mooch
aye, aye
got the cream, aye, got the cream
yea we living on a dream, aye, aye, aye
got the cream, aye, got the cream
choppas loaded with the beams
(verse 3)- lil buck
lil buck on the track, i’m spittin’ like a dragon
drivin’ in the rari, i don’t take no f-ckin’ wagon
catch you on the sideline, i’m just toe-tappin’
why not pull up on a b-tch, cuz you know i’m packin’
she was lackin’, she was happy, p-ssy like magic
and you know i’m off the green, i’m just f-ckin’ trappin’
money over everything, why these bouls nappin’
touchdown on a player, like we playin’ madden
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