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loucrative - wake up lyrics

[intro]
yeah
this rap sh-t
its like- its like a dreams
you’ll do anything for a dream

[chorus]
i can feel it in my body when i wake up
gotta get it man, i gotta get the cake up
really there ain’t nothin to it you can’t fake love
i been grindin this some sh-t that you can’t make up
lemme tell you bout a little dream of mine
i been flyin on sp-ce ship travelin through time
i been flyin on a private jet tell me what is time
tell me what is mine, bouta drop a dime, bouta drop a dime
(thats real)

[verse 1]
theres some sh-t that i can’t really figure out (nah for real)
i been tryna coun’t up all the figures now (but i can’t)
i been so up can’t n0body really bring me down
i been so up
i been stayin sober
shorty comin over
really came to pour up
really came to get my mind right
in the limelight
diamonds really shine right
reachin for the skylight yeah (yeah yeah)
but i just keep comin up short (oh yeah)
ridin too fast in that red benz sport (skrt skrt)
if you got a dream you’ll do anything for it
if you got a dream you’ll do anything for it
that’s what they tell me
i just keep on thinking that my dreams are gonna fail me
will they really fail me?
should it really scare me?
when i count up all of this money is it really scary?
i bet it is..
i don’t give a f-ck what you think (nah)
i don’t give a f-ck what u say (i don’t!)
i’m walkin around i got hunnits on hunnits
i’m lookin like i robbed a bank (bands!)
im lookin like i hit a l!ck (yeah)
but really i stay on the block (i do)
you sayin you do it, you sayin you movin
but all i really hear is talk, yeah

[chorus]
i can feel it in my body when i wake up
gotta get it man i gotta get the cake up
really there ain’t nothin to it you can’t fake love
i been grindin this some sh-t that you can’t make up
lemme tell you bout a little dream of mine
i been flyin on sp-ce ship travelin through time
i been flyin on a private jet tell me what is time
tell me what is mine, bouta drop a dime, bouta drop a dime

[verse 2]
i just gotta grind for my city w-ssup (yeah!)
they ain’t really bout it told em put the guns up (aye!)
got into some trouble had to put the drugs up (yeah)
hatin on my crew told em shut the f-ck up (b-tch!)
b-tches be all in my section
i don’t do no pressin
i don’t do no stressin (i don’t)
i just blew all of my money i had to go cash it out on a new necklace (ice!)
ain’t n0body really be doin sh-t everybody just be talkin so reckless (you ain’t doin sh-t)
you come to my city you speak on my name i got everybody getting hectic (come here, come here)
i just put some water on my wrist, yeah yeah
pull up and i f-ck right in your b-tch, yeah yeah
you talkin bout that money but i’m rich, yeah yeah
got the hat, got the shoes, got the fit, yeah yeah
hold up i just got some racks (racks)
i run it up then get it back (back)
i run it up, then i’m a double up
i got some sticky it’s all in the pack (gas)
f-ck with my crew, shots in the back (back)
up in the coupe, thots in the back (back)
she see my chain and its drippin
lil baby you trippin
she beggin she want it real bad, w-ssup

- loucrative lyrics

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