Lil Snupe Dreams by Taj Rich Lyrics
(Lil snupe talking)
(Taj talking)
Lil snupe dreams
Let’s get it
Verse 1
Even as a rookie I always felt like a vet
The realist bitch up in it I just happen to rap
Half these hoes in my city similar to tmac
They was supposed to be the one what happened to that
Hoes claiming that we beefing but it never be that
They just itching for attention they ain’t itching to scratch
I don’t wanna be theyre friends i just want my respect
Ain’t had my ass whooped yet let’s leave it at that
I don’t run with bitches they like to run your business
And if my name is in they mouth I might just run up in it
See we got clothes for Christmas, Js was too expensive
Xbox one controller me and my brother we had to split it
Came from sugar bread kool aid hot pockets and Minute Maid
Now its 5 star restaurants for dinner dates
All my slug be direct I always mention names
Sign them hoes to they death row now they Michel’le
I do whatever say whatever fck they feelings
I ain’t the one they tryna war with
When I tap in they tap out I make em forfeit
Trying all these hoes like Goldie locks with the porridge.
I was home alone at 6
Ain’t never had a porch so i ain’t hop up off of shit
They be prayin up to god that i stumble up n trip
Them hating ass hoes they don’t wanna see me win
They wanna see me lose guess I gotta show em
Wanna see me down bad tell em I ain’t going
I just want that money baby i just want that dough
I put it on my soul I’ll never fold lords knows
That i started from the bottom , wait before I get into that
Bitches subtweeting shooting slugs from the internet
Say they looking for me but I’m everywhere they never at
They just want them likes they ain’t really tryna intersect
Came from the bottom made my way out them trenches
Was that nappy headed ho now I’m killing all these bitches
I’m still about my paper all about them Riches
The goals to get up out the hood but niggas done lost interest
Well My mama need that house up on that hill
Lil James home now so I’m ready to kill
When i fell to the bottom that’s when i found out who’s real
Now I’m coming for them spots like Carella Deville
Mama was the hustler Daddy was the school kid
Through the week I’m in the streets by Sunday I’m in the pulpit
Hoes snaking & plotting thought we was cool
Beefing bout community dick , thats what y’all do?
I never lose sleep
Count a hoe like they was sheep
I was really in field I’m the reason why they eat
I’m the reason why they cry now and why they nigga cheat
I been petty my whole life why they wanna fuck with me
I step on all these hoes necks Just to get a check
I might blow a bag But I’m gon’ make that back
Really came from nothing I Blow it fuck repercussions
Its a million ways to get it my mama she raised a hustler
Woah
What it is what it do
I don’t do designer I might buy it for my boo
Had dreams like dr king & now Im dreaming like lil snupe
This for all them days scraping change just to get some food
Being broke supposed to make niggas like it made me
Money changed y’all but it never changed me
Met yo nigga & hit him for a check in the same week
Pussy Nigga ima game you before you game me
(Haha)
So Get ya money little duffle bag boy
& grind lil mama stop loving them boys
In the section poppin bottles , i fell in love with that noise
Once you make it off the block It Ain't no running back boy
(Oh no)
I fuck the same hoes that celebrities fuck
Man my ego so high I could never be touched
I got a shot like Dirk I’ll forever be clutch
As long as I’m on top y’all will never be up
You bitches all soft
My first thought was bite down but they all bark
Fuck whoever i never want to be top off
With this sawed off saw em off and leave me knocked off
I’m 5’2 talking like I’m 6’5
Said they gon run up on who? that bitch lied
I get it poppin like a motherfucking fish fry
And all these hoes gay cause all you niggas do is dick ride
I’ll break your pockets before i ever break a sweat
You chase hoes i chase a motherfucking check
Do this for my fam in the end they all i got
Staying focused i can’t never let em trick me out my spot
I ain’t got no time for these niggas (ain’t got no time)
I ain’t got no time for these hoes (ain’t got no time)
I ain’t got no time to be chilling
Cause i ain’t got no time to be broke (nope)
I remember T. Lue
In the coupe in a baby blue suede suit
Had me thinking if this is what it’s like to win foo
I’m tryna get stepped over by iverson too
(Taj talking)
Lil snupe dreams
Let’s get it
Verse 1
Even as a rookie I always felt like a vet
The realist bitch up in it I just happen to rap
Half these hoes in my city similar to tmac
They was supposed to be the one what happened to that
Hoes claiming that we beefing but it never be that
They just itching for attention they ain’t itching to scratch
I don’t wanna be theyre friends i just want my respect
Ain’t had my ass whooped yet let’s leave it at that
I don’t run with bitches they like to run your business
And if my name is in they mouth I might just run up in it
See we got clothes for Christmas, Js was too expensive
Xbox one controller me and my brother we had to split it
Came from sugar bread kool aid hot pockets and Minute Maid
Now its 5 star restaurants for dinner dates
All my slug be direct I always mention names
Sign them hoes to they death row now they Michel’le
I do whatever say whatever fck they feelings
I ain’t the one they tryna war with
When I tap in they tap out I make em forfeit
Trying all these hoes like Goldie locks with the porridge.
I was home alone at 6
Ain’t never had a porch so i ain’t hop up off of shit
They be prayin up to god that i stumble up n trip
Them hating ass hoes they don’t wanna see me win
They wanna see me lose guess I gotta show em
Wanna see me down bad tell em I ain’t going
I just want that money baby i just want that dough
I put it on my soul I’ll never fold lords knows
That i started from the bottom , wait before I get into that
Bitches subtweeting shooting slugs from the internet
Say they looking for me but I’m everywhere they never at
They just want them likes they ain’t really tryna intersect
Came from the bottom made my way out them trenches
Was that nappy headed ho now I’m killing all these bitches
I’m still about my paper all about them Riches
The goals to get up out the hood but niggas done lost interest
Well My mama need that house up on that hill
Lil James home now so I’m ready to kill
When i fell to the bottom that’s when i found out who’s real
Now I’m coming for them spots like Carella Deville
Mama was the hustler Daddy was the school kid
Through the week I’m in the streets by Sunday I’m in the pulpit
Hoes snaking & plotting thought we was cool
Beefing bout community dick , thats what y’all do?
I never lose sleep
Count a hoe like they was sheep
I was really in field I’m the reason why they eat
I’m the reason why they cry now and why they nigga cheat
I been petty my whole life why they wanna fuck with me
I step on all these hoes necks Just to get a check
I might blow a bag But I’m gon’ make that back
Really came from nothing I Blow it fuck repercussions
Its a million ways to get it my mama she raised a hustler
Woah
What it is what it do
I don’t do designer I might buy it for my boo
Had dreams like dr king & now Im dreaming like lil snupe
This for all them days scraping change just to get some food
Being broke supposed to make niggas like it made me
Money changed y’all but it never changed me
Met yo nigga & hit him for a check in the same week
Pussy Nigga ima game you before you game me
(Haha)
So Get ya money little duffle bag boy
& grind lil mama stop loving them boys
In the section poppin bottles , i fell in love with that noise
Once you make it off the block It Ain't no running back boy
(Oh no)
I fuck the same hoes that celebrities fuck
Man my ego so high I could never be touched
I got a shot like Dirk I’ll forever be clutch
As long as I’m on top y’all will never be up
You bitches all soft
My first thought was bite down but they all bark
Fuck whoever i never want to be top off
With this sawed off saw em off and leave me knocked off
I’m 5’2 talking like I’m 6’5
Said they gon run up on who? that bitch lied
I get it poppin like a motherfucking fish fry
And all these hoes gay cause all you niggas do is dick ride
I’ll break your pockets before i ever break a sweat
You chase hoes i chase a motherfucking check
Do this for my fam in the end they all i got
Staying focused i can’t never let em trick me out my spot
I ain’t got no time for these niggas (ain’t got no time)
I ain’t got no time for these hoes (ain’t got no time)
I ain’t got no time to be chilling
Cause i ain’t got no time to be broke (nope)
I remember T. Lue
In the coupe in a baby blue suede suit
Had me thinking if this is what it’s like to win foo
I’m tryna get stepped over by iverson too