Lyrics Dreamboy - Dave B.

Dreamboy

Say
Boxing and whipping 'round in stolen car
Till I hop in and top come down on foreign car
You want what I want ooh you know which part
Finna hop in and let top down on foreign car
My momma say
Smoke through the air is I, in stolen car
Quick pack and grab some juice, I swear I’m parched
Don’t waste your time don’t ask you know he charred
Shut the fuck up, just once, I know it’s hard
I’m on my own payroll
Get my own pesos
Y’all still fuck with the old model
Nigga no bueno
New shitty car, it’s a beater though
Straight from the booth I could heat this bro
Crashed?
car I had popped twice
Crashed Chloe’s car at the stop light
Shit was hella hectic, it was paid off
Then you crash mine what a trade off
Wait till momma sleep, grab the keys
Hit the strip club solo
She 19, ass mean, named Coco
Tryna leave, put dick in, broke her
I aim to bruk the division, I seen it and did it
I never regret it, I let it be, I let it be
I leave it there
We don’t ever talk about the issues
Born so bad for me to miss you
Missed two turns, still get there
Look love, how we even get here
Aye, I know it’s hard
I know it’s hard
Boxing and whipping 'round in stolen car
Till I hop in and top come down on foreign car
You want what I want ooh you know which part
Finna hop in and let top down on foreign car
My momma say
Dreamboy, you on your way way way
Dreamboy, it’s on the way way way
Baby girl call me Dreamboy, I’m on the way way way
Aye, Dreamboy, you on your way way way
Aye-yeah
Dave, call me or text me
To know that you’re alright
Not gonna call your phone fifty million times
So, just let me know that you’re alright
I mean, you need to respect somebody
Don’t NOT let people know when you’re not going to be around