Dream Team

'Cause we gettin' rains off
This the dream team
'Cause, yeah, we the dream team
Shit, get, uh, look

And now the whole world know this shit go
'Cause we the dream team
We gettin' rains off finger ropes
Pickin' rose and givin' ghost
We get it by a simple code
Live your life and get some more
My bitch look like a centerfold
And yeah, she bad I needed to crash her, that's a hit and go
He the way I was off the fuck you playing centerfold
Nigga need to play the fold

Peep game and hit the flow
Shit I might just pole with four I pray to god I sit this low
Now all of my nigga let's go
Just follow your soul you make it up out of the hole
You get it I get it we getting average shit
Don't make no difference we spinning we spinning
Sitting and sitting and sitting
Since the beginning and getting it
Oh, yeah, I ain't talk to god a minute
Hold when you holding in it

Oh, yeah
Said I ain't drive a car in a minute
The black of the truck
The speed of the tennis
Yeah
Ain't fuck the white bar in a minute
The black of the butt
The speed of the t-
Oh yeah

So, so what?
I'm lookin' like a walkin' lick
I left my racks inside the crib
All your shit look counterfeit
And you proud of it
Counterfeit
That ain't counterfeit

The dream team, the dream team, nigga
Fake ass

Ugh, I don't even fuckin' like come in here anymore, yo
Ain't no fuckin' ambiance in this fuckin' restaurant
(This place is cool, man, do it again)
I always wanna come here, tryna prove they got some fuckin' money
Boy, you know you don't got no fuckin' money to be bringin' in here right now
Whatever, nigga
(Relax, relax, relax, relax, bitch)
(Hey, wait a minute, can I get a bottle of Dom P? One more, please, please)
Mm-hmm, let me give you a kiss, let me give you a kiss
Let me give you a kiss

Fuck you
That shit expensive



Credits
Writer(s): William Eduardo Yanez, Ryan Anderson, Trey Miller, Cooper Mcgill
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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