"California Dreaming" lyrics
Aye, (Fatt)
Uh, Fatt, aye
Make it big
California Dreaming
Aye
Tryna make it out, make it big, get my dukes and grab my crib
Give my niece's a stuff of mil, so they don't the shit I did
I already asked God forgiveness for the day I see him, I won't lay 'em down, leave his toes pointin' to the air
Lyin' on my name, he won't say it but, the clout the reason
Any nigga ever came and played, I bet I got even
I'm the one that flawed, still sprouted through the fuckin' semen
Puttin' in work, in the trenches, California Dreaming
Yeah, I love ya love, but if it hurt me, I know I don't need it, yeah
She like "can we fuck, before you make it big?"
Brodie got them bowls outside, tali bring 'em in
Blinded, all the red flags, I couldn't even see 'em
You got hurt, but you knew I was a playa, from the [?]
If you got yo gun, and got yo blunt, then put it in the air
I was 15, gettin' my dick ate, in the school stair's, you could go ask Kenzie 'bout it, she know I got [?]
Don't needa ask her friend 'bout it, know I hit 'em both
High as fuck in this Vet, I pull up tarring up the road
Probably ridin' 'round with ya bitch, you know I'm smooth with all the hoes
And I'm ridin' 'round with a switch, but I got tints so don't be nosy
If you say you really love me, bitch show me
He flexin' like he up, the whole time, the bitch owe me
My dad say I'm a dope fein, mama come back every few months, she don't know me
Divided I get off, it make it hard to approach me
I been tryna slow my life down, with this codeine
Cut my years off, won't hear a bitch tellin' me no dream, aye
I been takin' zaza in the parkin' lot like protein, I hope I don't OD
You know I take shit way to far, if you know me
I can't name a nigga or a bitch that done hoed me
Took a whole pound on the E-way in my roll weed
Used to get them stolos, drive them bitches, till they on 'E
Tryna make it out, make it big, get my dukes and grab my crib
Give my niece's a stuff of mil, so they don't the shit I did
I already asked God forgiveness for the day I see him, I won't lay 'em down, leave his toes pointin' to the air
Lyin' on my name, he won't say it but, the clout the reason
Any nigga ever came and played, I bet I got even
I'm the one that flawed, still sprouted through the fuckin' semen
Puttin' in work, in the trenches, California Dreaming
Uh, Fatt, aye
Make it big
California Dreaming
Aye
Tryna make it out, make it big, get my dukes and grab my crib
Give my niece's a stuff of mil, so they don't the shit I did
I already asked God forgiveness for the day I see him, I won't lay 'em down, leave his toes pointin' to the air
Lyin' on my name, he won't say it but, the clout the reason
Any nigga ever came and played, I bet I got even
I'm the one that flawed, still sprouted through the fuckin' semen
Puttin' in work, in the trenches, California Dreaming
Yeah, I love ya love, but if it hurt me, I know I don't need it, yeah
She like "can we fuck, before you make it big?"
Brodie got them bowls outside, tali bring 'em in
Blinded, all the red flags, I couldn't even see 'em
You got hurt, but you knew I was a playa, from the [?]
If you got yo gun, and got yo blunt, then put it in the air
I was 15, gettin' my dick ate, in the school stair's, you could go ask Kenzie 'bout it, she know I got [?]
Don't needa ask her friend 'bout it, know I hit 'em both
High as fuck in this Vet, I pull up tarring up the road
Probably ridin' 'round with ya bitch, you know I'm smooth with all the hoes
And I'm ridin' 'round with a switch, but I got tints so don't be nosy
If you say you really love me, bitch show me
He flexin' like he up, the whole time, the bitch owe me
My dad say I'm a dope fein, mama come back every few months, she don't know me
Divided I get off, it make it hard to approach me
I been tryna slow my life down, with this codeine
Cut my years off, won't hear a bitch tellin' me no dream, aye
I been takin' zaza in the parkin' lot like protein, I hope I don't OD
You know I take shit way to far, if you know me
I can't name a nigga or a bitch that done hoed me
Took a whole pound on the E-way in my roll weed
Used to get them stolos, drive them bitches, till they on 'E
Tryna make it out, make it big, get my dukes and grab my crib
Give my niece's a stuff of mil, so they don't the shit I did
I already asked God forgiveness for the day I see him, I won't lay 'em down, leave his toes pointin' to the air
Lyin' on my name, he won't say it but, the clout the reason
Any nigga ever came and played, I bet I got even
I'm the one that flawed, still sprouted through the fuckin' semen
Puttin' in work, in the trenches, California Dreaming
