Selling Dreams Lyrics – Trapboy Freddy
Singer: Trapboy Freddy
Title: Selling Dreams
Yeah baby
Yeah baby
I got what you need
Count a million off of rap, [?] in these streets
[?] off of weed, I like cups of lean
Fell in love with the trap, I ain’t selling dreams
Don’t know what I [?]
No such thing as fish scale, [?] butter cream
I’m a real trap n#gg#, ain’t no [?]
I got birds, call them Larry, number 33
I got what you need
Count a million off of rap, [?] in these streets
[?] off of weed, I like cups of lean
Fell in love with the trap, I ain’t selling dreams
We ain’t selling dreams
Might go Prada jeans
My hood prowd of me
We [?] powder [?]
Hit all my traps, I’m still gon’ get it
f#ck my opps, I know they feel it
Smoke out the L, I’m still gon’ sell it
Too many boles, I can’t even [?]
Put a few pounds in [?]
Girl on girl, she too turnt out
Make [?] got the pills in the pouch
Moving this weight, just like I work out
I ain’t never been in no gym for real
Baby got a body, and she look like a goddess
I’m tryna see [?] for real
[?] her toes or something
[?] or something
Phone keep ringing, they ain’t talking ’bout nothing
I tell them come get one of these boles or something
Spent 20,000, ain’t get the receipt
Jumped out the whip [?] pick up the [?]
28 [?] Alicia Keys
125 [?] B.I.G
[?] jeans
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