Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Dream B.I.G., artist - Termanology. Album song More Politics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Show Off, ST
Song language: English
I Dream B.I.G. |
I Dream B.I.G, uh |
I Dream B.I.G, Termanology |
Sheek Louch |
Yeah, SP |
Buckwild on the beat, uh |
I don’t sell drugs I’m a rhyme seller |
Saving for the crib with the wine cellar |
Other crib got the high rise elevator |
Sky dive out the window and hit a jet propeller |
Tryna cop me a skyscraper with my paper |
Make my bank account balance multiply major |
It’s all mathematics, my whip and my chain matches |
I ain’t tryna hang with these average chickens my aim is lavish |
Fortune 500 on my mind cousin |
Pick a Porsche lift the doors, suicide stuntin' |
You ever see the eyes on a gold digger? |
Like a goldfish floating down a cold river, ugh |
Baby sharks in a fish tank |
Corporate accounts in a swiss bank |
Still, I know it’s hard to believe |
But I work so hard, I’m like can’t I just dream? |
I Dream B.I.G |
I Dream B.I.G |
I Dream B.I.G., it was all a dream |
Dream B.I.G |
No doubt |
Termanology |
D Block |
Sheek Louch |
Term |
I Dream B.I.G |
All these white presidents, now we got a nig |
You would think that would take some power from the pig |
But nope they killing us right where we fucking live |
From crack rocks to niggas worrying about the hiv |
Should I preach?, Or should I rap about some shit you can’t reach? |
Hold up, I Dream B.I.G |
Ferraris, weed blowed up |
Rolex on, fronting with my sleeve rolled up |
I Dream B.I.G., G5 pilot directions |
Ten bitches on there with ass injections |
I throw that money at them like I’m up in perfections |
Chinese guyanese, different complexions |
My niggas coming home with no parole |
Artist be artist, and these labels not controlling their soul |
Back to back dutches like I’m smoking a cig |
Some think about 2Pac but me and L.O.X. |
we Dream B.I.G |
Term what up |
Louch what up |
Statik what up |
Buck what up |
Yeah |
I Dream B.I.G |
Used to hustle work right out of a fiends crib |
Made a little cash when they was down on the phone |
Used to fall asleep and dream about the islands I own |
Had a air craft carrier to carry the jets |
The fleet of the whips |
And all of the set |
The quarterback, bought the whole front line a Rolex |
Perpetual piece, connect with the streets |
Dissecting the beats, until the lesson is complete |
And whoever try to test know the weapons released |
I Dream B.I.G., took me a nap and seen B.I.G |
Woke and lit the smoke, started spitting some mean shit |
Helicopters and cartiers, chicks in the green six or the white five |
Reciting Melle Mel on white lines |
Hedge funds money and pipe lines |
Living with your family and live out your lifetime |