Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Six 4 Dreams, artist - Ramirez. Date of issue: 03.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Six 4 Dreams |
| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack |
| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac |
| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack |
| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac |
| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack |
| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac |
| Ay, hop out the '64, dumpin' clips, smoking cigarillos |
| A young Latino, knocking bass and I’m packing C notes |
| You know my stilo, sippin' 40's wit' pimps and kinfolks |
| Stepping in the function, with alizé and a brand new nympho |
| Me and them other boys ain’t cut off the same brick |
| I been, soaked up with game, now motherfuckers can’t hang with |
| Them neighbors creased up, open mouth them gold teefus' |
| Don’t be bangin' on my line unless you talkin' them big bucks |
| They is swangin' off the curb my bond is my fucking word |
| Blood is thicker than water but water quenchin' in my thirst |
| I don’t trust in nobody, these streets just getting too cold |
| As I, stand on my toes, grip on the .44 |
| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack |
| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac |
| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack |
| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac |
| Poured out the first sip of my 40 for my dead homies |
| Postin' and smokin' inside of the cut I’m by my lonely |
| Stackin' my paper, mack can come in exotic flavors |
| Don’t got no time for you pussy bustas and instigators |
| I kick my feet up, Gucci bag, inside all my heaters |
| You see the cannon will knock you down and leave you in pieces |
| The clock is ticking, fingers itching, no room for slipping |
| Play your position, Rami came in through with the Magician |
| I live my life like I might die tomorrow |
| There’s no point of feelin' sorrow |
| Cause all of my time is borrowed |
| I been knockin' on Death’s door hoping I can get in |
| My time’s wasted by drugs and the shit I get in |
| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack |
| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac |
| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack |
| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac |
| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack |
| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac |