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Lil Snupe Dreams
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Lil’ Snupe
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(Lil snupe talking) (Taj talking) Lil snupe dreams Let’s get it Verse 1 Even as a rookie I always felt like a vet The realist b*t*h up in it I just happen to rap Half these hoes in my city similar to tmac They was supposed to be the one what happened to that Hoes claiming that we beefing but it never be that They just itching for attention they ain’t itching to scratch I don’t wanna be theyre friends i just want my respect Ain’t had my ass whooped yet let’s leave it at that I don’t run with b*t*hes they like to run your business And if my name is in they mouth I might just run up in it See we got clothes for Christmas, Js was too expensive Xbox one controller me and my brother we had to split it Came from sugar bread kool aid hot pockets and Minute Maid Now its 5 star restaurants for dinner dates All my slug be direct I always mention names Sign them hoes to they death row now they Michel’le I do whatever say whatever fck they feelings I ain’t the one they tryna war with When I tap in they tap out I make em forfeit Trying all these hoes like Goldie locks with the porridge. I was home alone at 6 Ain’t never had a porch so i ain’t hop up off of sh*t They be prayin up to god that i stumble up n trip Them hating ass hoes they don’t wanna see me win They wanna see me lose guess I gotta show em Wanna see me down bad tell em I ain’t going I just want that money baby i just want that dough I put it on my soul I’ll never fold lords knows That i started from the bottom , wait before I get into that b*t*hes subtweeting shooting slugs from the internet Say they looking for me but I’m everywhere they never at They just want them likes they ain’t really tryna intersect Came from the bottom made my way out them trenches Was that nappy headed ho now I’m killing all these b*t*hes I’m still about my paper all about them Riches The goals to get up out the hood but n***as done lost interest Well My mama need that house up on that hill Lil James home now so I’m ready to kill When i fell to the bottom that’s when i found out who’s real Now I’m coming for them spots like Carella Deville Mama was the hustler Daddy was the school kid Through the week I’m in the streets by Sunday I’m in the pulpit Hoes snaking & plotting thought we was cool Beefing bout community d**k , thats what y’all do? I never lose sleep Count a hoe like they was sheep I was really in field I’m the reason why they eat I’m the reason why they cry now and why they n***a cheat I been petty my whole life why they wanna f**k with me I step on all these hoes necks Just to get a check I might blow a bag But I’m gon’ make that back Really came from nothing I Blow it f**k repercussions Its a million ways to get it my mama she raised a hustler Woah What it is what it do I don’t do designer I might buy it for my boo Had dreams like dr king & now Im dreaming like lil snupe This for all them days scraping change just to get some food Being broke supposed to make n***as like it made me Money changed y’all but it never changed me Met yo n***a & hit him for a check in the same week pu**y n***a ima game you before you game me (Haha) So Get ya money little duffle bag boy & grind lil mama stop loving them boys In the section poppin bottles , i fell in love with that noise Once you make it off the block It Ain't no running back boy (Oh no) I f**k the same hoes that celebrities f**k Man my ego so high I could never be touched I got a shot like Dirk I’ll forever be clutch As long as I’m on top y’all will never be up You b*t*hes all soft My first thought was bite down but they all bark f**k whoever i never want to be top off With this sawed off saw em off and leave me knocked off I’m 5’2 talking like I’m 6’5 Said they gon run up on who? that b*t*h lied I get it poppin like a motherf**king fish fry And all these hoes gay cause all you n***as do is d**k ride I’ll break your pockets before i ever break a sweat You chase hoes i chase a motherf**king check Do this for my fam in the end they all i got Staying focused i can’t never let em trick me out my spot I ain’t got no time for these n***as (ain’t got no time) I ain’t got no time for these hoes (ain’t got no time) I ain’t got no time to be chilling Cause i ain’t got no time to be broke (nope) I remember T. Lue In the coupe in a baby blue suede suit Had me thinking if this is what it’s like to win foo I’m tryna get stepped over by iverson too
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