Dream Girl Lyrics

Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name

You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest

You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game

This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best

I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood

Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good

I can tell her stats good

And that ass she pack good

For this trip just pack good

No FaceTime or MacBook

Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks

Nonchalant like Knuckles but I'll be your right hand man

Let me dress you why I'm like this man I'm out of luck with women

Ain't no gold up in yo pot then keep it pushing, you ain't pulling

If you ain't got no red key, boy she green and you ain't swerving

That's another a pet peeve, she took my heart I think she juggin'

No name wasn't interested that hoe done heard that I was a virgin

Shit that's crazy coming from you, knowing the things you would and wouldn't

Wassaname just told me lock the door up in the bathroom

Just to zip my jeans down zip em right back up and say we chillin'

Woopty woop done tried to claim me in the damn first place

I was tryna smoke her out and do her in the worst way

Set the candle up for ten, man she said she wanna leave

Why the hell you make me drive here? I ain't fuckin' Uber eats

This other time this other dime had invited me to the telly

But she whining on another guy my face like Ryan Debby (like Debby Ryan)

Whole time i'm just overlooking, I feel like Wemby

I'm the boss the biggest B I'm not a blood nor drive a Bentley

I got blessings on the way cause I love God he represent me

And there's demons everywhere so I show love to who resent me

Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name

You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest

You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game

This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best

I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood

Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good

I can tell her stats good

And that ass she pack good

For this trip just pack good

No FaceTime or MacBook

Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks

Let's get back to you I think you should know me fore' we get no further

You killed my attraction to these women talkin' bout wrote the murder

Truth come off my chest there's ice in there, I don't need a burner

Turned me to a lover from a player talking Timmy Turner

We go together no curdle

I had to boss up my nuts like girdle

You can come ride on this wave like it's Myrtle

I got this weight on my back like a turtle

We could just double this, we could just double that, we just could double double Julius Erving

Y'all making fun of it I find it troubling yall should go hang it up like a mural

Yo bestie talking that but I don't care bout it she was recommended like referral

Peep all the people who talking about it ain't really got nothing to say in they pockets

I see the way to the top but it's cloudy and everyone think that I'm angry about it

Nigga ain't no better feeling about it when I can be high and just tell you about it

I swear that my intentions highly touted I'll never go low like the people around me

You by my side and I feel like the pope

You took my heart and you giving me hope

You could just wrap around me like a cloak

You smelling good got me curious fasho

You could just roll up you know ima smoke

Ain't no domestic but I like to choke

And when I say choke I ain't trying assault I mean I be caressing my hands on your throat

My momma taught me I can't put no hands on no woman cause you might be carrying the goat

Damn I'm falling oh no

Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name

You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest

You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game

This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best

I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood

Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good

I can tell her stats good

And that ass she pack good

For this trip just pack good

No FaceTime or MacBook

Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks