Lyrics:
nigga el chapo
Dropping hits like I really got time for it
Killing beats know it's gotta be a crime for it
Jumping fresh like I'm stepping in Tom Ford
to get bum rushed
She's strapped an' she's ready to bust
But at the swap meet you don't pay tax
They're movin' out fake Louie by the batch
Swap Meet
the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
That's game bitch aint shit
Nudies and some J six
Where I'm from it's cold
And niggas get at you like
Mic check one two im just testing
Hey its Tom on the ones and twos are you hearing me
Yeah Optmus
[Chorus]
Dreamchaser
Mic check one two i'm
Mic check one two im just testing
Hey its Tom on the ones and twos are you hearing me
Yeah Optmus
[Chorus]
Dreamchaser
Mic check one two i'm
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Bring it on (I know you got soul)
Goin' on it get it
Gotta get it on
Goin'
"Whatcha been thinkin bout?"
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
(Oi! Oi! Oi!)
To pass the time
down the club, I need a ride home
She's like, I gotta leave, do you see me on your IG?
Or do you want my number? I said, Either's fine by me
I get
forever in your debt
Thankful for every breath and every step
I am humbled by every test
Tho we still gotta flex
Let em know we up next
I trust you'll
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
might get some sleep tonight, give his head a chance to clear
I reminded him of an old girlfriend singing at a bar called Slim's
And I recall him doing
girlfriend should.
Bastards sitting right there on the starting line
Stuck the sugar in your gas tank by myself last night
Oh, no, gotta learn this some
cast
I ain't just tryna win i'm tryna win by a landslide
Man this life suck way worser than vampires
You know ya dude was scared why you letting ya mans
Bob Dylan is my father, Joan Baez is my mother
And I'm their bastard son
Though my roots show through I'm just twenty two
I don't belong to anyone
girlfriend
she dey spoil me for back, she no too get sense
So I focus on my dreams
Focus on my hustle
Buy my mum a Benz
Gat to change the muscle
Everything
Ride by myself hard trusting someone else
This world get you knelt everybody for they self
The field real won't help gotta look out for ya self
That's I
butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (yeah) fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got
...I mean, it doesn' matter 'oo it is, I mean, the message gets through.
Steve: (recorder clicks on mid-sentence)...anyways, 'e did not deserve
em take em to the back
Knick knack, patty whacc
You don't wanna get smacced
You gotta nice life nigga why would you risk that?
Don't be blowin up my
please
Step back before you get verbally attacked
By me
And watch this young king start bagging these sixteens
G
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
I just want
butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (yeah) fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
don’t need a passport
You ain’t gotta pray
I got what you asked for
baby
I’ll get you a ring
like my name's Tom Brady
Aye
They don’t got a word for
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