Dreams & Nightmares Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne
Mixtape: Sorry 4 The Wait 2
Year: 2015

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[Intro – Lil Wayne]
Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah
That noise in the background, that’s my skateboard
That nigga Mack crazy, yeah

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
I put my shooters on they feet
I just give ’em yo’ address and go to sleep
The money turn my niggas into monsters
The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord
The money turn my face into a stocking
Don’t make me turn yo’ baby to a hostage, boy
Don’t make me turn the kid to a foster
My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord
Body parts in the duffel
The bullets turn your body to a puzzle
The money turn my bitch into a monster
She know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma, Lord
The money turn my niggas into killers
The sugar turned the cocaine to vanilla
The money turned the bitches into hoes
The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord
I put my shooters on they feet
Give ’em yo’ address then I go out to eat
Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
She from the hood, but look like she from overseas
I say: “girl, you know I love you and I care for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya”
She say: “fuck these other niggas, they ain’t half of ya
Just keep laughing to the bank, it’s hilarious”
I got a stay at home gun and a travel gun
Boy, we can sell white in Africa
It’s like I can’t explain, y’all asked me to spit
Now I’m drooling on my chain, what happened to Wayne?
I’m like: “hold up wait a second, y’all thought I was second?”
Hating on a champ throwing salt and not confetti
We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit
Watch me pull up with no roof, that’s cause I walk the dog and pet it
I’m like: “hold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?”
Shoot you in your head then just walk off like I didn’t
Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch, I’m like a smart phone with the digits, bitch
Riding ’round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to yo’ block, it’s the motherfucking other way around
My bitch say I’m too wild, she don’t even know why she stay around
I get home and I dick her down, now she talking ’bout exchanging vows
If these bullets was paint balls, I could fuck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I’m pimpin’ the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out
I bring Wine to Amy House, we smoke it out and we drank it out
And talk about these pussy niggas that ain’t about what Wayne about
I’m hanging out a Mulsanne without a brain, it’s outta its mind
I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime
Speaking of change, it’s a shame how these lames dropping them dimes
We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just Vines
Blood Gang red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry
My gang top of the line hollering out: “squad take it outside”
I’m a tax payer, I’m a Axe player
Getting in through the back wayer
Red double to the Blue collar, envelope black mail
Fed up with the Fed shit and FedEx lost my package
My white girls say: “yeah nigga”, my white homies act blackish
Ain’t tall enough for the NBA, ain’t big enough for the NFL
Should’ve been in N.W.A., fuck the police, 5-0 and 12
One time for your mind bitch, never say never mind bitch
You a penny short of a dime bitch
No nonsense, had a nine since I was nine bitch, yeah
Born to murder, bank account on fat bustin’ out the girdle
Tell ’em boys ain’t nothing sweet, it’s sauerkraut ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans from Mardi Gras on Bourbon
Like oh Lord, Humphrey Bogart
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a crowbar
For the most part, I’m the southern coast guard
AK47 spitting flame like a blow torch
Sorry 4 The Wait

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