American Dream

American Dream
American Dream
We get 'em and then
We fill them up with gasoline
American Dream
American Dream
Take a 20
Ask for fuel
Fill the limousine
American Dream
She sucking the queen
No, nah, she wanna fuck the
American Dream
We doing the dirty
But the money is cream
We moving the thing
American Dream

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American Dream
Afford the meth, sublime
I'm the brother master
Let me through the screen
Want a bag of gas
Wind me 33
Want a 36
I mean a Thirty G
Smoking up the gas
And call it pretty g
Then i got yo girl
Damn, but then I killed your niece
They's a nympho
Yeah, they's a freaks
I don't come from dough
I should let 'em be
Your bitch change
Like a bumble bee
Had a trap
Made some holes,
In the treason tree(?)
Pull up to the club
In my Chevy
I'mma get down with your girl
Eat shortly
Currently fall chopper
You gonna fall, Pete!
Into a bad nigga
Into an athlete
When the girl saw the niggas
She got cold feet
I'mma country nigga,

So she left her deadbeat

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Old Libyans, they wanna fuck the dream team
Bad hoes, one room, call 'em dream team
My Versache shades and gold bling
Louboutin, red bombs and Carrely jeans
Nigga know I've got the sweat
My swag phenomenal
Say, I ain't got that chick, you niggas comical
Zoldo(?) blew a couple of mill, ok, that's probable
But I can get it better than none else, so call(?)
All we do is get that money, run our numbers up
Fucking bad bitches, yeah, they are the fond of us
I'm talking dance, four season, I'mma listen in
When they be twerk, swear to God, I be blessing 'em
They gobbling meat, they swallowing skeet

If she overcame around me, I probably beat her
I give 'er the wrecks, then I give 'er the law
Treat her like a dog, and pass her to my dawg

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Credits
Writer(s): John Dixon Mitchell, Tim William Greene, Sue Gatlin, David Russell Lee, Thomas Montgomery Newman
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