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Mob Docta - Dream Lyrics




Lil mami I'm just out here chasin' my dream
Chasin' My Dream
Chasin' My Dream
Cause music issa drug and you know I'm a fiend
Know ima fiend Know ima fiend ya

That's my Dream, that's my reality
That's my Dream, that's my reality

Got a pocket full of euros
I ain't wishing it
I'm living it
You busters all be ignorant
Ya mobdoc be the king of it
I'm Charlemagne
You be the target
When I'm at the shooting range
I'm in the paint
Y'all broke ass bitches
Dealin with some growin pains

I'm royalty I'm glistening
I hope these haters listening
These bitches they be christening yo
Sleep on me you missin it
Ya shawty neck I'm kissin it
She like the way my wrist is lit
She like the way I'm killin it
She like the way I talk my shit

I just landed from my euro trip and
Got a dose of hater
Only listen for a minute
Cause that shit I cannot cater
I'm a bad motherf*cker and you
Just a masturbator
I won't see ya later hater

On my way to get this paper ya ya

Lil mami I'm just out here chasin' my dream
Chasin' My Dream
Chasin' My Dream
Cause music issa drug & you know I'm a fiend
Know ima fiend Know ima fiend ya

That's my Dream, that's my reality
That's my Dream, that's my reality

Yo I just woke up Paris in my Tom fords I'm like bonjour
On the top floor my Company
Lookin right like a chalk board
Outside, Got a cobblestone floor
Large door, and a courtyard full of hot whores
My art source is a bizarre form and
I'm a star lord and ima conquer

Ya I might take a flight just like a concord
My crib it look like a palace
Saw King Henry with tha whole chalice
Ya Like him I be a whole savage
If a bitch don't bring the whole package
Had to cut her head off like cabbage
Told her next she coming in laughin
Cause that paper got em attracted

But I need that champagne by the Eiffel Tower love
But all these hoes be the same
Gotta treat them hoes as such

Woke up in Paris on the top floor in my Tom fords
She a bird we gotta take a flight like a concord
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Lil mami I'm just out here chasin' my dream
Chasin' My Dream
Chasin' My Dream
Cause music issa drug and you know I'm a fiend
Know ima fiend Know ima fiend ya

That's my Dream, that's my reality
That's my Dream, that's my reality

Got a pocket full of euros
I ain't wishing it
I'm living it
You busters all be ignorant
Ya mobdoc be the king of it
I'm Charlemagne
You be the target
When I'm at the shooting range
I'm in the paint
Y'all broke ass bitches
Dealin with some growin pains

I'm royalty I'm glistening
I hope these haters listening
These bitches they be christening yo
Sleep on me you missin it
Ya shawty neck I'm kissin it
She like the way my wrist is lit
She like the way I'm killin it
She like the way I talk my shit

I just landed from my euro trip and
Got a dose of hater
Only listen for a minute
Cause that shit I cannot cater
I'm a bad motherf*cker and you
Just a masturbator
I won't see ya later hater

On my way to get this paper ya ya

Lil mami I'm just out here chasin' my dream
Chasin' My Dream
Chasin' My Dream
Cause music issa drug & you know I'm a fiend
Know ima fiend Know ima fiend ya

That's my Dream, that's my reality
That's my Dream, that's my reality

Yo I just woke up Paris in my Tom fords I'm like bonjour
On the top floor my Company
Lookin right like a chalk board
Outside, Got a cobblestone floor
Large door, and a courtyard full of hot whores
My art source is a bizarre form and
I'm a star lord and ima conquer

Ya I might take a flight just like a concord
My crib it look like a palace
Saw King Henry with tha whole chalice
Ya Like him I be a whole savage
If a bitch don't bring the whole package
Had to cut her head off like cabbage
Told her next she coming in laughin
Cause that paper got em attracted

But I need that champagne by the Eiffel Tower love
But all these hoes be the same
Gotta treat them hoes as such

Woke up in Paris on the top floor in my Tom fords
She a bird we gotta take a flight like a concord
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Writer: Daniel Wilson, Ian Brendon Scott, Mark A. Jackson, Sarah Grace McLaughlin
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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