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Prime Boys - Street Dreams (Official Audio)
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I've been dreamin', I've been dreamin', uh I've been dreamin', I've been dreamin' Street dreams M-M-Murda, oh I just want the whip that got the angel on it (angel on it) Lookin' over my shoulder, hope there's an angel on it (angel on it) My shirt's Balenciaga bitch don't get no make up on it (make up on it) I spent your savings on it (savings on it) And there's no label on it Thousand hunnids on the table, that's a hunnid thou' (hunnid thou') Seen the money pile (money pile) Watched it disappear, the highs and lows of runnin' wild (runnin' wild) When shit was sweet she'd always come around (come around) But where she now? Street dreams (dreams) Got me tryna scheme (got me schemin') I'm from a city full of kings (full of demons) I'm tryna ball me and my team Everyhing happens for a reason (yeah) And when I'm out of town, I'm at the Four Seasons (yeah) Been in the mud too long, I'm tryna get even (I'm tryin') If it wasn't for the Marquise, I'd be freezing (ayy) Ooh, ooh, ooh I'm talkin' big house, six cars, no spouse, gold bars Ooh, ooh, ooh I'm talkin' that Wraith, lean back, look up see stars Ooh, ooh, ooh I know 'bout the streets, I know 'bout the scars Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh I'm talkin' big house, six cars, no spouse, gold bars Ooh, ooh, ooh I'm talkin' that Wraith, lean back, look up see stars Ooh, ooh, ooh I know 'bout the streets, I know 'bout the scars Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Gettin' suited double for a clothes (for a clothes) If I don't then that's just how it goes (that's how it goes) Street dreams it got me all these hoes (all these hoes) I wanna know (I wanna know) You got a chain but is it froze? (Is it frozen?) Another xanny, another sweet dream (sweet dream) Another nigga with a street dream (street dream) And ooh, she talkin' crazy 'cause I'm reckless And ooh, I put my baby in a Lexus And ooh, I need more diamonds in my necklace And ooh, pourin' syrup like it's breakfast (I'm pourin', I'm pourin') I think these niggas got a death wish (I think that, I think that) I had a sweet dream 'bout my next hit (I had a, I had a) I'm tryna fuck let's skip the Nextflix (I'm tryna, I'm tryna, I'm tryna, I'm tryna) I be eatin' up organically (organically) Show me your anatomy (show me) How you gon' be mad at me? (How?) When you know I had to leave (I had to) I just had a sweet dream, woke up with a cavity (woke up with cavity) I be havin' street dreams, even though I barely sleep Not a lot to say she post pics but she barely speaks (barely) Smokin' out the studio (smokin'), so high I could barely see (barely) And your block is a ghostown, I know you niggas barely eat (barely) Barely eat, and if you do it's rarely Ooh, ooh, ooh I'm talkin' big house, six cars, no spouse, gold bars Ooh, ooh, ooh I'm talkin' that Wraith, lean back, look up see stars Ooh, ooh, ooh I know 'bout the streets, I know 'bout the scars Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh I'm talkin' big house, six cars, no spouse, gold bars Ooh, ooh, ooh I'm talkin' that Wraith, lean back, look up see stars Ooh, ooh, ooh I know 'bout the streets, I know 'bout the scars Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Street dreams, street dreams Street dreams, street dreams Street dreams, street dreams Street dreams, street dreams
Writer(s): James P. Pennington, Jean Claude Olivier, Roy Leaford Hamilton, Nasir Jones, David Allan Stewart, Annie Lennox, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Samuel J. Barnes, Ernest E. Dixon, Johnny Lee Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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