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Dreamville - ROTD3.COM Album Lyrics



Dreamville - ROTD3.COM Lyrics






LamboTruck

[Childish Major]
Ayy, what's those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can't hold
A lot of green, kind that can't fold
What's those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can't hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can't fold

[Cozz]
Oh yeah
Lookin' great but feeling bummy
I just ate, but still I'm hungry
I got something, but I ain't nothing
Brother tummy isn't chubby
Bills like nymphos, they keep coming
Always something, something, something
Copped some things but I ain't fed
Dreams alive, my wallet dead
Pockets been bleeding
I got a reason to commit treason
But I'ma hit REASON and see what he think
About how he been treated at TDE
'Cause I done been scheming
Schoolboy just dropped, give me the cue
I'm desperate enough to go do what it do
SZA done popped and y'all got Dot
I heard Jay Rock has been moving them units
Soul and Isaiah Rashad, boy, you niggas really up at the top
Almost thought about popping a Glock
But a nigga ain't stupid and I ain't a shooter
But who really is until they provoked?
Nigga, this hunger got me finna choke
Starting to think that this isn't a joke
Gave up the liquor, I'm bringing the smoke
I talked to Bas, we fiending for more
A nigga done tried speaking to Cole
He be too busy but he be the bro
Shit, f*ck it, I know how it go
So if I can't get a response from my label
And get some more food on my table
We can turn this thing into a fable
And take what I can if I'm able

[Childish Major]
Ayy, what's those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can't hold
A lot of green, kind that can't fold
What's those? You want these
Gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can't hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can't fold

[REASON]
Yeah yeah, woah
Top Dawg with some Dreamers
Can't believe it, you surprised, 'prised
I been on the same shit, getting brain, I'm such a wise guy
Niggas took shots, plenty, South Park, Kenny, I don't die die
I'm not just gonna slide on you, my nigga, we gon' slide slide
Made a living staying posted like I'm Diesel, this no sequel
This that third times a charm and I been charming, Cozz been evil
You get clips, this hammer regal
Unexpected, there you have it's been effected
So ill, these words infectious
I don't do ho shit, niggas so hopeless
I been on pro shit, this West Coast shit
We don't negotiate with roaches
I keep it player, never need coaches
Never need towels, no teammate
Drink some Jamie, I can't see straight
Cheese like Green Bay, roger that
New West niggas, me and Cozz been that
Good weed bring a nigga asthma back
Getting good bread, got my wallet stacked
Lately, been spinning like laundromats
Lately, I been seeing all kinds of black
Wait, look, I'm lying, look
Cozz, look, I done been broke too long
Nigga bills too long, can't hide that, nigga
Cole just pulled up in a Lamborghini truck
On the homies and God, we should rob that nigga

[Cozz & REASON]
Rob that nigga?
Yeah, rob that nigga
Look, Rob, my nigga
You could try, but Cole ain't a thot, my nigga
Wait Cozz, I ain't sayin' he a thot, my nigga
Look, let me explain
We could tie Ib up
Throw him in the back of a Lamborghin' truck
Cole do something, we could let a Glock squeeze up
Wait chill, ease up
I ain't really trying to get involved, my nigga, look
We ain't got the same father or mother, but that's my brother
Can't cross my nigga
Shit, well I'm Top Dawg, my nigga, so
I ain't gotta pay a cost, my nigga
Your loss, my nigga, just don't off that nigga
Shit, f*ck it, I'll stop
Look, let's make a deal
While I go and rob Cole, you go rob Top
Cool

[REASON]
Picture me having what they told me I should have
I've been living off some scraps, I done sold a couple packs
I been smoking potent, sippin' slow, f*ck you think I'm in it for?
I'm just tryna make a bag
I'll be damned if I ain't make a bag
Thinking slow, living fast
Nice guys finish last
West Coast, getting cash
Niggas think they balling, they done made a couple wads
Just a couple West niggas, we gon' show you how to rob
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Writer: Cody Rashad Osagie, Juro Davis, Kal Banks, Markus Alandrus Randle, Robert Gill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Costa Rica

(Pyrex whipper, Pyrex)

I got big dreams so my watch got a big face
Girls get messy like a motherf*ckin' mixtape
Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (big facts)
I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed
Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks
They all ball cap, and this all facts
No, I don't relax and I don't lack

Demons, they follow me deep in the dark
Niggas got problems with being a boss
We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin'
Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt
Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler
Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler
Told him to make a new piece out of this
Ever since, I just can't give no f*ck 'bout no bitch (it's a check)

Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)

I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo
Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho
Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle
Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go
Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherf*ckin' Fievel
Lebron in the finals, motherf*ckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know

Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not a arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
'Cause then you f*cking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit
You get out the chair, you get in the chair
The things in the mirror, the way they appear
You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered
You f*ckin' with Mez, you f*ckin' with Heirs, nigga (it's a check)

Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)

I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (hunnid)
Diamonds on me water like a faucet (yeah)
Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica
Lot of hoes in Costa Rica, got a passport in my pocket (ooh)
And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (uh)
Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (do do)
You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense
Got your baby mama doing drugs in the mosh pit

Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye
Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi
Mind tricks live inside of your head, I
Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
Or shit, I be high, I forget
Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick
Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit
Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP
At the airport, this girl ask me, "Hey, are you Swae Lee?"
Wow (it's a check)

Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)

Suffering succotash
She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad
I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass
She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway
Nigga, I'm a bag
Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash
We goin' in today (ay)
And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (bitch)
I ain't got shit else to say

I got too much skills
I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills
And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker
And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed
You look concerned, respect is earned, uh
You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh
You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh
I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I dig your energy, uh
Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (yup)
Ay, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ay (it's a check)

Baby (yeah), had to bust down on the AP (AP), yeah
Baby (yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (rich), yeah
I got fans in Costa Rica (fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (big bands)
I got fans in Costa Rica (big fans)
I got bands in Costa Rica (yeah)
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Writer: Abbas Hamad, Akeem Hayes, Destin Route, Jason Harris, Kedrick Cannady, Morris Ricks, Omar Pineiro, Simmie Sims, Stokeley Goulbourne, Thaddeus Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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