THOUGHT I WAS DREAMING (feat. Goldielocks)

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Im telling her keep yo head up
Been tryna stay getting my bread up
I roll with them chops and berettas
All my bars sick like they under the weather
My bitch a ten and it don't get no better
I stay locked in, I record in the cellar
Stars in the roof that bitch look interstellar
Staring too long and she go Helen Keller
My hunnids got blues, Jerry Wexler
Im finna turn them cheeks blue like a wrestler
But I don't hit on my bitch just have sex wit her
Take you out yo bands, finessing em
She whip my dick out my pants, salad dressing the way that I'm creaming
Shit I thought I was dreaming
Writing down hit after hit
You woulda that I'm not even thinking
Taking a hit and its not even blinking

Like bitch is it broken
Like shit are we toking
Like what's the commotion
Shawty be riding my dick and im floating
Shit, i think i'm on a whole nother planet
Way that she suck on the tip must have practice
But at least she let me know before i had it
Cause i've had some bitches who held the whole truth from me, like the duration of time they had been wit dey ex,
Now she go round the whole town claiming bruises that's from me, cause i dropped her bitch ass n left,
Oh pardon my french,
She having sex wit a dude who sexually assualted his friends,
And lives like a bitch,
I hit his crib and he hid , was it bedtime,
I'll pull up at ten next time

Im telling her keep yo head up
Been tryna stay getting my bread up
I roll with them chops and berettas
All my bars sick like they under the weather
My bitch a ten and it don't get no better
I stay locked in, I record in the cellar
Stars in the roof that bitch look interstellar
Staring too long and she go Helen Keller
My hunnids got blues, Jerry Wexler
Im finna turn them cheeks blue like a wrestler
But I don't hit on my bitch just have sex wit her
Take you out yo bands, finessing em
She whip my dick out my pants, salad dressing the way that I'm creaming
Shit I thought I was dreaming
Writing down hit after hit
You woulda that I'm not even thinking
Taking a hit and its not even blinking

I thought i was dreaming, yuh,
I seen yo face and knew i had to lock in,
Feeling on my waist and i feel so enchanted
Dishing all the toxic to the side and we just rocking, me and you bae
Ion wanna hear about no bitch, what you got to say
Im focused on myself and my money bitch that's two thangs
He know i'm bad, LL Cool J
Paper on me proof read
The king and queen we ruling

Im telling her keep yo head up
Been tryna stay getting my bread up
I roll with them chops and berettas
All my bars sick like they under the weather
My bitch a ten and it don't get no better
I stay locked in, I record in the cellar
Stars in the roof that bitch look interstellar
Staring too long and she go Helen Keller
My hunnids got blues, Jerry Wexler
Im finna turn them cheeks blue like a wrestler
But I don't hit on my bitch just have sex wit her
Take you out yo bands, finessing em
She whip my dick out my pants, salad dressing the way that I'm creaming
Shit I thought I was dreaming
Writing down hit after hit
You woulda that I'm not even thinking
Taking a hit and its not even blinking

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