Crim$on Dreams
Rude
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Baby I don't know what you do, it's something like voodoo You must be from NOLA Further, and further you get from me girl my heart getting colder You know I live in a lean world i'm pouring purp in my soda Im seeing red in my sleep girl Im seeing red in my slumber Crimson Dreams, seeing things Come with me, too infinity Baby will you be my queen Crazy way you driving me Nothing that I wouldn't do for you baby I was hoping you could love me naked Rolled a blunt so damn big I couldn't even face it (Couldn't even face that shit) Rolled a blunt so damn big i couldn't even face it (Couldn't even face that shit) Nah, your dreams ain't just gone pull up You gotta go chase it Nah your dreams ain't just gone pull up (Nah) You gotta go chase em (gotta go chase that shit) Bitch ain't doing nothing for me I pass her off like layup I'm in the mood for some heat and good weed, I hit the west coast with my bay hoe Say she only drink tequila she told me that she wanna f*ck off Anejo All my drip from overseas I put on a bankroll every time I change clothes Put her in CC and V's she love that Chanay-nay and love Valentino Love to get down her knees she giving me brain I know everything she know Everything she know Everything she know Now we know Hop in that SRT and skate off Yeah your bitch gone get hit yeah your bitch on my radar All of my cars got the built-in kit I hit a lick in a racecar Okay bye bitch see you later Just know if I pull up with my guys you know they gone shoot his whole face off She just wanna stick by my side cause she know that shit there gone pay off Lately I been in my bag tell me what the f*ck is a day off I don't f*ck with none of you niggas f*ck with none of you niggas like Adolph We just tryna run it up fast just so we can ball like the playoffs Oops i fucked up my kicks I spilt activist on my Ricks Your bitch keep on blowing me kisses Tell your bitch to quit biting my dick All of my diamonds is piss I'm on my PJ taking shits All of my clips got extensions i shoot laser guns I don't miss These bitches just want some attention I don't even got none to give Light up your crib like its Christmas air that shit out like a fan Im staying solid nigga ain't no switching I'm with my bruddas till the end You can catch me outside with my slimes with my clique Know you see us working hard know you see us grinding and shit Why you banging my line I ain't got time you ain't on shit, nah How many racks on this fit maybe bout five maybe bout six I might go cyber truck i might go big body Benz I be way too gone cover my eyes with Cartier lens All I got is my bruddas all I got is gang I don't got friends I been sipping holy water hoping it'll wash away my sins Yeah
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