Danny Dank - Blue Dreams Lyrics

When I was 8 years old I had a rap dream
Now I'm pushing 30 and I'm still a rap fiend
Rolling up my blue dreams
Pass it left for my ogs

When I was 8 years old I had a rap dream
Now I'm pushing 30 and I'm still a rap fiend
Rolling up my blue dreams
Pass it left for my ogs

Hit you with a stunna I'm stoned cold
If you want the drama
You'll be leaving in a body bag
So cold
I'm the villain Mr.Freeze
Got you begging on your knees
So bold
Got no sympathy I'm the devil
Made Me do ot
Got me sinking to the lowest level
Danny dank gettin to it
Yall must have forgot
I'll light up your spot
Homie I'm not talking bout pot
You feeling lucky I'm not talking bout Slots
Machete to your crotch
Turning things up a notch
Snatching up your watch
While I make your girl watch
Little cuck
Better pray to your God
Pray to your mom
Your wackass raps Are dead
Homie like a Boss in the mob
Smoking moonrocks
Neil Armstrong
I pray to my Bong
Hits my chest harder than King Kong
Never going back and forth with a bitch
Like Ping Pong

When I was 8 years old I had a rap dream
Now I'm pushing 30 and I'm still a rap fiend
Rolling up my blue dreams
Pass it left for my ogs

When I was 8 years old I had a rap dream
Now I'm pushing 30 and I'm still a rap fiend
Rolling up my blue dreams
Pass it left for my ogs

I don't care where your from
I'll protect mine if you act dumb
I'll snatch up your guns for fun
Better pray to the rev run rev run uhh
Back on my grime shit
My Nickelodeon slime shit
You still on your nickel and dime shit
Speaking of shit How you been
So oblivious. How's your kids
We can get it in
Put the tip in
I don't tip At the hotel
I'm the Rap game London Tipton
No hitmen
I'm slick Like Rick Man
Half blood prince
Shout out Alan rickman
Astronaut on a mission
Buncha Glorified trappers
Self snitching ass rappers
Drop the soap ass clappers
On kick with the drip
Pouring lean on live
Dead homie on a shirt type vibes
Couple bands Ina duffle in my ride
Knockin out your Boi when I slide