Girl of your dreams
So you say she the baddest
I ain't really tripping
I already had it
Did her on the carpet
But it wasn't magic
Cause this ain't Aladdin
But, If I had three wishes
Wish all of them could snitches
Would die in them ditches
Never have to worry about
Burning no bridges
Cause I got bitches on bitches
Yeah riches on Riches
Diamonds on Diamonds
I look like your highness
I f*ck with ol girl
Said she from the Islands
The back of her head
I'm f*cking behind it
I hope she don't choke
Cause I don't know the Heimlich
But she'll be ight
Yeah I swear she's okay
Cause if that shit was too safe
Then she wouldn't want to play
Plus I heard she's a nurse
And you know what they say
A blow job a day keeps the doctor away
Or something like that
I think that's the phrase
But I can't call it fact
Been smoking so much
Having asthma attacks
Me and doja's attached
We be smoking the backs
Back to Back
We in the same race
But on two different tracks
We both getting cake
But see I'm getting racks
I can't f*ck with you snakes
I can't f*ck with you rats
These bitches be flexing
These niggas is hoes
I'm on it
Break down a pound of f*cking blow
Coming to your town
And I'm giving shorty rounds
And I'm hitting and she's screaming from the back
Like woah
Don't be too jealous
And don't get too sad
Man these bitches on me so bad
I'm f*cking a white girl
And she calling me dad
My pockets on fat
My roster Ain't sad
Woo
Man what the f*ck you gone do with me
Man I'm built for these streets
Man I've been an OG
Man this Kory Kornwell on the beat
Man let me pass this shit back to b
Got my lil bit
She loves me alot
Not just a lil bit
She loves when I hit
After making a hit
Cause I ain't going to quit
I stay on profit
Can't get me off it
No not since a Jit
I done went legit
I'm tryna get rich
I can't be in the mix
So if I need that shit done
Then I round up the troops
The shooters they shoot
Just not at the hoop
Prison can't save you
I know a life or two
Who'd take yours from you
For wham-wham's and soups
If that still ain't enough
To make sure you get touched
Then I'll make a few calls
And I'll drop a few bucks
See I give a lot
But still I don't give a f*ck
Don't ever try to treat a Dog like a Duck
If that ain't making dollars
It's at least making sense
It's hard for a G
Is my only defense
Get locked up for that
Then I'm hopping the fence
Let me take that shit back
I can't go back again
Got so many people
On me they depend
Ima stick to the plan
If the shit hit the fan
So much on my plate
That I brought me a date
If she already ate
Make her do it again
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Girl of your dreams
So you say she the baddest
I ain't really tripping
I already had it
Did her on the carpet
But it wasn't magic
Cause this ain't Aladdin
But, If I had three wishes
Wish all of them could snitches
Would die in them ditches
Never have to worry about
Burning no bridges
Cause I got bitches on bitches
Yeah riches on Riches
Diamonds on Diamonds
I look like your highness
I f*ck with ol girl
Said she from the Islands
The back of her head
I'm f*cking behind it
I hope she don't choke
Cause I don't know the Heimlich
But she'll be ight
Yeah I swear she's okay
Cause if that shit was too safe
Then she wouldn't want to play
Plus I heard she's a nurse
And you know what they say
A blow job a day keeps the doctor away
Or something like that
I think that's the phrase
But I can't call it fact
Been smoking so much
Having asthma attacks
Me and doja's attached
We be smoking the backs
Back to Back
We in the same race
But on two different tracks
We both getting cake
But see I'm getting racks
I can't f*ck with you snakes
I can't f*ck with you rats
These bitches be flexing
These niggas is hoes
I'm on it
Break down a pound of f*cking blow
Coming to your town
And I'm giving shorty rounds
And I'm hitting and she's screaming from the back
Like woah
Don't be too jealous
And don't get too sad
Man these bitches on me so bad
I'm f*cking a white girl
And she calling me dad
My pockets on fat
My roster Ain't sad
Woo
Man what the f*ck you gone do with me
Man I'm built for these streets
Man I've been an OG
Man this Kory Kornwell on the beat
Man let me pass this shit back to b
Got my lil bit
She loves me alot
Not just a lil bit
She loves when I hit
After making a hit
Cause I ain't going to quit
I stay on profit
Can't get me off it
No not since a Jit
I done went legit
I'm tryna get rich
I can't be in the mix
So if I need that shit done
Then I round up the troops
The shooters they shoot
Just not at the hoop
Prison can't save you
I know a life or two
Who'd take yours from you
For wham-wham's and soups
If that still ain't enough
To make sure you get touched
Then I'll make a few calls
And I'll drop a few bucks
See I give a lot
But still I don't give a f*ck
Don't ever try to treat a Dog like a Duck
If that ain't making dollars
It's at least making sense
It's hard for a G
Is my only defense
Get locked up for that
Then I'm hopping the fence
Let me take that shit back
I can't go back again
Got so many people
On me they depend
Ima stick to the plan
If the shit hit the fan
So much on my plate
That I brought me a date
If she already ate
Make her do it again
So you say she the baddest
I ain't really tripping
I already had it
Did her on the carpet
But it wasn't magic
Cause this ain't Aladdin
But, If I had three wishes
Wish all of them could snitches
Would die in them ditches
Never have to worry about
Burning no bridges
Cause I got bitches on bitches
Yeah riches on Riches
Diamonds on Diamonds
I look like your highness
I f*ck with ol girl
Said she from the Islands
The back of her head
I'm f*cking behind it
I hope she don't choke
Cause I don't know the Heimlich
But she'll be ight
Yeah I swear she's okay
Cause if that shit was too safe
Then she wouldn't want to play
Plus I heard she's a nurse
And you know what they say
A blow job a day keeps the doctor away
Or something like that
I think that's the phrase
But I can't call it fact
Been smoking so much
Having asthma attacks
Me and doja's attached
We be smoking the backs
Back to Back
We in the same race
But on two different tracks
We both getting cake
But see I'm getting racks
I can't f*ck with you snakes
I can't f*ck with you rats
These bitches be flexing
These niggas is hoes
I'm on it
Break down a pound of f*cking blow
Coming to your town
And I'm giving shorty rounds
And I'm hitting and she's screaming from the back
Like woah
Don't be too jealous
And don't get too sad
Man these bitches on me so bad
I'm f*cking a white girl
And she calling me dad
My pockets on fat
My roster Ain't sad
Woo
Man what the f*ck you gone do with me
Man I'm built for these streets
Man I've been an OG
Man this Kory Kornwell on the beat
Man let me pass this shit back to b
Got my lil bit
She loves me alot
Not just a lil bit
She loves when I hit
After making a hit
Cause I ain't going to quit
I stay on profit
Can't get me off it
No not since a Jit
I done went legit
I'm tryna get rich
I can't be in the mix
So if I need that shit done
Then I round up the troops
The shooters they shoot
Just not at the hoop
Prison can't save you
I know a life or two
Who'd take yours from you
For wham-wham's and soups
If that still ain't enough
To make sure you get touched
Then I'll make a few calls
And I'll drop a few bucks
See I give a lot
But still I don't give a f*ck
Don't ever try to treat a Dog like a Duck
If that ain't making dollars
It's at least making sense
It's hard for a G
Is my only defense
Get locked up for that
Then I'm hopping the fence
Let me take that shit back
I can't go back again
Got so many people
On me they depend
Ima stick to the plan
If the shit hit the fan
So much on my plate
That I brought me a date
If she already ate
Make her do it again
Writer: Kory Kornwell, Malibu Reynolds
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid