Like a story going into it, you know what I'm saying like
E2Cold
Yea, look
I said Preacher walking down the isle
I got the hook and got the heat
Everybody lookin even through the hate I feel like him
Feel like Snoop on BMF, shit the Lakers with Kareem
Tryna shake this shit its feeling fake but this shit ain't a dream
Feeling like Ali back then when he was fighting in the ring
Float to me wit butterflies and then I sting her like a bee
Crip cousin call keke movie Akellah and the Cee
Rockin Polo lookin for the finer things bitch Imma G
From the south where we don't claim a gang we claim our hood or street
Dirty mouth women tryna throw some f*cking dirt on me
If everything go right I could sell this P for like $5 a G
It sound good but in the A, finessing in our f*cking genes
Like Billy, Micheal Jackson, thrill her
Will I ever damn fulfill her
We don't celebrate no Christmas, we jus celebrate that Crimuh
I'm in this van, it's slow as hell, they steady say this shit a sprinter
My shawty bad, she in her bag, I hate white hoes like Kylie Jenner
Catch the message not the meaning, you aint the pick of the litter
Seen what happened to thug and I f*cked around cancelled the rental
My shawty logic tell me I can lie, it's all coincidental
It's real ironic if the sides was flipped you knew you would of left too
I say, feelings change by the day, sometimes just not for the better
I say, winter cold by myself, grab my lil coat and sweater
Say, I'm tryna forget these thoughts but memories they last forever
Couple women from my past, I should of left them when I met them
I'm boxing out just for your love
Bae shoot your shot, I'm Clint Capela
I'm setting trends and I'm back in my prime, I feel like Odell Beckham
Why would I give a bitch a kid, if she gon use it as a weapon
Why would I give an arsonist a lighter
She gonna get to setting
From the south where we don't claim a gang we claim our hood or street
Dirty mouth women tryna throw some f*cking dirt on me
If everything go right I could sell this P for like $5 a G
It sound good but in the A, finessing in our f*cking genes
Like Billy, Micheal Jackson, thrill her
Will I ever damn fulfill her
We don't celebrate no Christmas, we jus celebrate that Crimuh
In this van, it's slow as hell, they steady say this shit a sprinter
My shawty bad, she in her bag, I hate white hoes like Kylie Jenner
Catch the message not the meaning, you aint the pick of the litter
Seen what happened to thug and I f*cked around cancelled the rental
My shawty logic tell me I can lie, it's all coincidental
It's real ironic if the sides was flipped you know you would of left too
E2Cold - Ain't a Dream (Intro) Lyrics
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Like a story going into it, you know what I'm saying like
E2Cold
Yea, look
I said Preacher walking down the isle
I got the hook and got the heat
Everybody lookin even through the hate I feel like him
Feel like Snoop on BMF, shit the Lakers with Kareem
Tryna shake this shit its feeling fake but this shit ain't a dream
Feeling like Ali back then when he was fighting in the ring
Float to me wit butterflies and then I sting her like a bee
Crip cousin call keke movie Akellah and the Cee
Rockin Polo lookin for the finer things bitch Imma G
From the south where we don't claim a gang we claim our hood or street
Dirty mouth women tryna throw some f*cking dirt on me
If everything go right I could sell this P for like $5 a G
It sound good but in the A, finessing in our f*cking genes
Like Billy, Micheal Jackson, thrill her
Will I ever damn fulfill her
We don't celebrate no Christmas, we jus celebrate that Crimuh
I'm in this van, it's slow as hell, they steady say this shit a sprinter
My shawty bad, she in her bag, I hate white hoes like Kylie Jenner
Catch the message not the meaning, you aint the pick of the litter
Seen what happened to thug and I f*cked around cancelled the rental
My shawty logic tell me I can lie, it's all coincidental
It's real ironic if the sides was flipped you knew you would of left too
I say, feelings change by the day, sometimes just not for the better
I say, winter cold by myself, grab my lil coat and sweater
Say, I'm tryna forget these thoughts but memories they last forever
Couple women from my past, I should of left them when I met them
I'm boxing out just for your love
Bae shoot your shot, I'm Clint Capela
I'm setting trends and I'm back in my prime, I feel like Odell Beckham
Why would I give a bitch a kid, if she gon use it as a weapon
Why would I give an arsonist a lighter
She gonna get to setting
From the south where we don't claim a gang we claim our hood or street
Dirty mouth women tryna throw some f*cking dirt on me
If everything go right I could sell this P for like $5 a G
It sound good but in the A, finessing in our f*cking genes
Like Billy, Micheal Jackson, thrill her
Will I ever damn fulfill her
We don't celebrate no Christmas, we jus celebrate that Crimuh
In this van, it's slow as hell, they steady say this shit a sprinter
My shawty bad, she in her bag, I hate white hoes like Kylie Jenner
Catch the message not the meaning, you aint the pick of the litter
Seen what happened to thug and I f*cked around cancelled the rental
My shawty logic tell me I can lie, it's all coincidental
It's real ironic if the sides was flipped you know you would of left too
E2Cold
Yea, look
I said Preacher walking down the isle
I got the hook and got the heat
Everybody lookin even through the hate I feel like him
Feel like Snoop on BMF, shit the Lakers with Kareem
Tryna shake this shit its feeling fake but this shit ain't a dream
Feeling like Ali back then when he was fighting in the ring
Float to me wit butterflies and then I sting her like a bee
Crip cousin call keke movie Akellah and the Cee
Rockin Polo lookin for the finer things bitch Imma G
From the south where we don't claim a gang we claim our hood or street
Dirty mouth women tryna throw some f*cking dirt on me
If everything go right I could sell this P for like $5 a G
It sound good but in the A, finessing in our f*cking genes
Like Billy, Micheal Jackson, thrill her
Will I ever damn fulfill her
We don't celebrate no Christmas, we jus celebrate that Crimuh
I'm in this van, it's slow as hell, they steady say this shit a sprinter
My shawty bad, she in her bag, I hate white hoes like Kylie Jenner
Catch the message not the meaning, you aint the pick of the litter
Seen what happened to thug and I f*cked around cancelled the rental
My shawty logic tell me I can lie, it's all coincidental
It's real ironic if the sides was flipped you knew you would of left too
I say, feelings change by the day, sometimes just not for the better
I say, winter cold by myself, grab my lil coat and sweater
Say, I'm tryna forget these thoughts but memories they last forever
Couple women from my past, I should of left them when I met them
I'm boxing out just for your love
Bae shoot your shot, I'm Clint Capela
I'm setting trends and I'm back in my prime, I feel like Odell Beckham
Why would I give a bitch a kid, if she gon use it as a weapon
Why would I give an arsonist a lighter
She gonna get to setting
From the south where we don't claim a gang we claim our hood or street
Dirty mouth women tryna throw some f*cking dirt on me
If everything go right I could sell this P for like $5 a G
It sound good but in the A, finessing in our f*cking genes
Like Billy, Micheal Jackson, thrill her
Will I ever damn fulfill her
We don't celebrate no Christmas, we jus celebrate that Crimuh
In this van, it's slow as hell, they steady say this shit a sprinter
My shawty bad, she in her bag, I hate white hoes like Kylie Jenner
Catch the message not the meaning, you aint the pick of the litter
Seen what happened to thug and I f*cked around cancelled the rental
My shawty logic tell me I can lie, it's all coincidental
It's real ironic if the sides was flipped you know you would of left too
Writer: Elijah Leverette
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