| Ay, ay, It be like bad dreams, ay, ay
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| It be like bad dreams, ay, ay
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| It be like bad dreams, ay, wait
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| It be like bad dreams
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
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| Be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
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| Be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
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| Be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh uh
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| Lost my sister bout a week, uh, that shit was sad, bruh
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| Motorola phone, mama, she got hear a last calls
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| Wakin' up from bad dreams alone, inside my mind, bruh
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| Crazy like a metro, lil' baby I call it Keith, uh
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| Shawty in the back, and she not rocking any Gucci
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| Got Vans up all on her feet
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| 'Cause we off the wall every week, uh uh uh
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| Ballin' boy no stop, uh
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| Stop trusting pussy every time it hits the mid-month in exception of you
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| Please stop smokin' weed and I might dream it vivid
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| Psych, nigga, I been gassin' like I’m Marco wit' it
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| German cars never rented, pay attention
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| Me and KESHORE goin' up like a damn high suspension
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| Forty-six, Hunnid-forty-six shit, bitch
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| 30 make 'em dip quick, like a chicken strip bitch
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| Racks up in them backpack
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| And maybe get back back
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| Same place where the cash at
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| Where we keep them straps at
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| Drop the
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| Start runnin' the bands up
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| I’m talkin' while my hands up
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| 'Cause I ain’t gettin' blammed, ya
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| So, could you please comfort me
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| 'Cause I got all these bad dreams, like all these bad dreams
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| I got like all these bad dreams
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| Ay, ay, ay, it be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
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| Be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
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| Be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
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| Be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, ay ay
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| I’m asking who are you, I think I need a reminder
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| This leather jacket on, make me look like Ghost Rider
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| That bitch fantasize me without no attire
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| We get to my house, lay her out like recliner
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| Silly bitch, uh, silly bitch, uh
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| She thinkin' I love her, she called me ignorant, uh
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| She must think on different incidents, uh
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| I’m smokin' the cookie, countin' the dividends, uh
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| So much ice on my neck, it keepin' me shiverin', uh
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| Glock cuttin' through your ligaments
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| Glock on my wrist, shimmerin'
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| Walk away, I lost my ignorance, ay
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| B.B. belt, Michael Phelps
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| Swimmin' in that pussy, ay
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| She touch my belt, told her I might melt
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| Don’t overlook me
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| I’m a young
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| 200 a show, so book, bitch
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| These demons in my head got me on the edge, so don’t push
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| It be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
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| Be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
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| Be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, uh
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| Be like bad dreams, uh
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| Where the gas at, uh
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| 420, my little nigga, where the gas pack, ay ay |