Hotboii - Dream lyrics

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Hotboii - Dream lyrics

[Intro] (Trill, where the fu*k you're at?) [Chorus] Just like Luther King, b*tch, I had a dream I guess it came true, not to fu*k up my jeans Did what I had to do, I'm fulfillin' my needs Locked up only place, I was goin' was sleep Hot how you feel in that cell? That composition notebook and that pen ni**a locked down, you ain't got no friends ni**a locked down, you ain't got no b*tch They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands I cut my EM, come and catch me you can I told my momma I ain't goin' to jail no more and I did that sh*t again I feel them people don't want me to win I know where I been, I could never forget To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings They don't want me to win [Verse] Hotboii [?], evеrything he shot gon' get premiеred All I want for ni**as know not to play with me, I don't wanna be feared How you want smoke? Boy you ain't got no funds All you do is post guns, that sh*t weird Run with the K, lil' ni**a, I could coach you, do it for the culture 'cause I'm that real I had a dream like Luther, no [?] Dreamed I had ten hoes in my bed Dreamed I had caught a R.I.C.O Dreamed I got away from the feds (I dreamed I, I dreamed I) Long live the King [?] (Dream) You can't say the V without Roy (I dreamed I, I dreamed I) It feel like a dream without snorin' (Dream) [?] 23, don't mean Jordan See how I was [?] in it, just my pen and composition I didn't want to trust these women, followin' my intuition Bottled up my inner feelings until I explode We got water bed for wet dreams, I don't want to be woke [Chorus] Just like Luther King, b*tch, I had a dream I guess it came true, not to fu*k up my jeans Did what I had to do, I'm fulfillin' my needs Locked up only place, I was goin' was sleep Hot how you feel in that cell? That composition notebook and that pen ni**a locked down, you ain't got no friends ni**a locked down, you ain't got no b*tch They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands I cut my EM, come and catch me you can I told my momma I ain't goin' to jail no more and I did that sh*t again I feel them people don't want me to win I know where I been, I could never forget To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings They don't want me to win [Outro] I be sippin', I don't get drunk no more I won't even be one to give a fu*k no more I be drinkin' out of the bottle like my car was broke Got a crush on parmesan, I can't love no ho Can't love no more I don't got love for more Heart so cold I don't got love for folk You gotta know, gotta know

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