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Correct Dream / Southern Hospitality / Partna Dem Lyrics
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Childish Gambino
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Correct Dream / Southern Hospitality / Partna Dem
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I had a dream I run Atlanta, and I was on every radio station And 107. 9 was 97. 5 again And they played me at Golden Glod on Friday And they played me real loud on the street, we drive up Memorial Drive [?] I'd bring back turner and field, I fire at all the cops in cobb county Chick fill reopen open my Sundays, I bring back La face Records, Freaklin Elie lead, Lou. I got Crickets some Spellman girls with big booties I reopen Sitrek, strippers will get Mother's day off And I'd have my own gangsta grillz mixtape This is what we waiting for, and that beat that we trust Royalty is forever, dj drama it's forever I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'me I ain't no bitch, all I do is run I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'me I ain't no bitch, all I do is run Nigga I was stunin', keep that shit a hunnid If it ain't about the money then it's not up for discussion . I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'me I ain't no bitch, all I do is run Nigga I was stunin', keep that shit a hunnid If it ain't about the money then it's not up for discussion If it ain't about progress, ain't about success Why this nigga suspect? You ain't seen yet I'mma fuck the game so hard like Tiffany Niggas takin' shots, I'm like nigga don't tempt me I see what you make, yeah them shows out But you doing clubs and I'm doing like all out, things Why the hell he rapping if all out sync Royalty the movement, we all out kings for real, We on a mission We are not friends, nigga this is business Girl this my dream, ain't no split decisions Watch me cut this bitch off, I'mma need some scissors Mamma in the kitchen, hot sauce on them chickens I was always spittin', just that no one else was listening Got your girl and now we kissin' She attracted to my vision Now she see what she was missin' Now she acting lil different Telling you should need some distance Yeah come on over, we can talk about it Now this nigga mad, yeah he thought about it But he don't really want it Seem me on her stomach That's a second coming, Jesus Flow so genius, can't low key this Puffin' on a swisher like a ho smoke penis They want me Uncle Remus But I'm just flexin' on 'em But I like it cuz it's not low ‘bout what you know, but who you know Royalty my partner them No one else might partner them Stay strapped with that arsenal These niggas winnin', it's hard to tell Move on, we about to take over Slide up in them dms, her nigga didn't even notice, I'm focused Yeah I'm the man of the hour, play me on power Play me on hot, nigga I'm hot, nigga don't stop Feel so cold put a cherry on top Haters so mad, he ain't even know why, probably all the autonomy Fuck all your feelings, I'm proud of me, head was so good it's psychology God damn, I'm just being who I am From this weird ass little kid to this ballin' ass grown man this beat is going so ham, blow and been since Novem' Chain been burr since Novem', that means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin' If your man don't wanna lick it I volunteer as tribute You niggas on them hunger games, I eat them O's like onion rings I kill ‘em hoes so constantly I ain't even gotta sugar coat it See them titties, wanna motorboat it I'm dopa liscious like spottie ottie Y'all don't know me, run the world Turnin' up like that little girl whose like Turn up Tell them niggas it's tax season Atlanta Georgia, that's black Sweden I'm such a martyr, die for the game I'm such a martyr I'm runnin' trains like uuh, yeah Feel that shit, feel that shit Let me hear it
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