BabyBalmainn - Broken Dreams lyrics
[BabyBalmainn - Broken Dreams lyrics]
Aye man when I was in the stu
That shit hit me for real
This shit here real life ya feel me
Dreams is dreams, broken is broken
Real niggas don't fold niggas I be ten toes
I swear I just want it all
Greedy yeah I need some more
Can't trust no nigga round these days so
I ride round with my pole
Can't trust no women round these days they
Gone try to take your soul
I hit the dash in a foreign
Let me show you how badly I want it
If that paper do call them I'm on it
Shawty ride me this early in the morning
I can't fuck with no girl that be boring
I be slime so my drip is imported
When I dress man I swear it be pouring
Kill him off leave his family mourning
Stack, stack that's the cash that I'm earning
Back, back or my choppa gone burn him
Flex, flex all my life I be working
Slatt, slatt now the tables is turning
Tables done turned for the best
All this hustle no time for no rest
Private flights man I need me a jet
What's the cost of the ice on your neck
Bullets flying you get hit in the back
Ain't no ref you get hit with a Tec
Like a draft money feign we up next
All my niggas might run up a check
Shawty keep calling my phone
Too much bands she won't leave me alone
Pop a perc and I'm off in my zone
Watch how the story unfold
Like a dog trying to find me a bone
And the girl say I'm fly like a drone
Red bottom my step I bleed
Yeah that Hellcat it got too much speed
In my blunt drop a bit of that lean
They say I got broken dreams
All the hate and they got to extreme
I'm the realest and that's how it seems
That shit hit me for real
This shit here real life ya feel me
Dreams is dreams, broken is broken
Real niggas don't fold niggas I be ten toes
I swear I just want it all
Greedy yeah I need some more
Can't trust no nigga round these days so
I ride round with my pole
Can't trust no women round these days they
Gone try to take your soul
I hit the dash in a foreign
Let me show you how badly I want it
If that paper do call them I'm on it
Shawty ride me this early in the morning
I can't fuck with no girl that be boring
I be slime so my drip is imported
When I dress man I swear it be pouring
Kill him off leave his family mourning
Stack, stack that's the cash that I'm earning
Back, back or my choppa gone burn him
Flex, flex all my life I be working
Slatt, slatt now the tables is turning
Tables done turned for the best
All this hustle no time for no rest
Private flights man I need me a jet
What's the cost of the ice on your neck
Bullets flying you get hit in the back
Ain't no ref you get hit with a Tec
Like a draft money feign we up next
All my niggas might run up a check
Shawty keep calling my phone
Too much bands she won't leave me alone
Pop a perc and I'm off in my zone
Watch how the story unfold
Like a dog trying to find me a bone
And the girl say I'm fly like a drone
Red bottom my step I bleed
Yeah that Hellcat it got too much speed
In my blunt drop a bit of that lean
They say I got broken dreams
All the hate and they got to extreme
I'm the realest and that's how it seems