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