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letra de closer to my dreams - rtb mb

closer to my dreams lyrics
[intro]
(stop f-ckin’ playin’ with these n-ggas, man, yeah)
ayy
this sh-t remind me of ’09, man, “closer to my dreams”
i remember listenin’ to that sh-t when, when drake came out with that sh-t
back when n-ggas was in middle school
ayy

[chorus]
i was in a lam’ truck (ayy), she was in a spyder (yeah)
she was with her friends in the club gettin’ higher (gettin’ higher)
told me that she different and she always been a rider (okay)
it don’t really matter ’til a n-gga get inside her (ayy)
first night got me, head game firе (hey)
rode me for somе hours (huh?), she ain’t gettin’ tired (nah)
if i said i love her, she would think i was a liar (nah)
so i had to spin her like a washer and a dryer (hmm)

[verse]
i ain’t never been the type to hit and run (nah)
i just want a threesome with your friends, have some fun (let’s have some fun)
reach inside my pouch, uh, ‘less you scared of guns (ayy)
n-ggas know me, so i gotta keep a drum (hundred-round)
i remember after school, fightin’ in the sun (yeah)
but back to you, i just wanna see you in some 1s (in balencis)
talkin’ ’bout balencis, i ain’t seen you in no prada (yeah)
i was on a boat with some hoes, me and sada (no cap)
back in middle school, had polo on my collar
now i’m really up, got a crib for my mama (yeah)
yeah, i got it, yeah, i got it, yeah, you heard? (mama)
looked me in my my eyes, she ain’t even have no words (mama)
know i had to do it ’cause you kept me off the curb (ayy)
so i took you out the city, put you in the ‘burbs (‘burbs)
back in ’09, it was “closer to my dreams” (ayy)
now the finish line ain’t farther than it seems (okay)
i was out in houston shakin’ hoes like hakeem (okay)
cotton ball the glock with a scope and a beam (uh)
gotta stay protected ’cause these n-ggas tryna scheme (nah)
all my n-ggas reckless, we just tryna touch that green (yeah)
[chorus]
i was in a lam’ truck, she was in a spyder (yeah)
she was with her friends in the club gettin’ higher (gettin’ higher)
told me that she different and she always been a rider (okay)
it don’t really matter ’til a n-gga get inside her (ayy)
first night got me, head game fire (hey)
rode me for some hours (huh?), she ain’t gettin’ tired (nah)
if i said i love her, she would think i was a liar (nah)
so i had to spin her like a washer and a dryer (hmm)

- rtb mb

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