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Dream Come True Video (MV)




Performed By: DUG-G
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Mustafa Dağcı




DUG-G - Dream Come True Lyrics




Ahhh, Yeah, I've been waitin' for this moment
It's been a long time comin
Let's get it, Let's get it, Let's get it
It's time to get this mothaf*ckin' rap money baby
No matter what they say I'm a king
Hear the goat speak, ahh

Deals on deals, that shit taste like happy meal, on a trip to Wales
F*ck around and might meet Bale
Know where I'm headed, ain't gonna fail
My homie Pac just made bail, ahh
Ain't gonna stop, till my homies
Get out of jail, my skin is pale
But love ginger beer
Just told my bitch, peace out, it's over
I can't be your savior, I need a new flavor, hey

Treat these rappers like dummies
Gonna fly to LA, just to catch some hunnies
Rappin' is just one of my hobbies
Ain't worried about losing any degrees
Bitch I've already graduated
When I wrote these verse, gettin' hella faded

Diploma doesn't mean shit, it's just a piece of paper
Smoke, drink chill get faded, and become a rapper
Bitch I do this shit proper
Just like Chance The Rapper
Gonna tour the world like an explorer
This year finna be a game changer
Started dreaming of buying my mama, a Range Rover, hey

I ain't a loser, never
F*ck around and leave you with fever
Told my bitch, see you later
My homies be like "He is clever"
Don't worry I'll be here for a while
More money, bigger pile
Gonna smash with style, when they put me on trial, yeah

They just don't know, that I wanna see my cash flow
Ain't loving no hoe, homeboy
I'm here to give them ladies joy
Swear they'll enjoy, when I hit it slow

Keep livin' in the fast lane
My teacher just told me, I had a good brain
But I'm just f*ckin' insane, scorin' goals like Harry Kane
Being rebel to the system, yelling f*ck fame
Got that middle finger for the haters with no shame
Homie you're lame, I've just got in the game
Not leaving this bitch so they can get to know my name

Been to lots of places, met different faces
Looked at my hand and saw pair of aces
I don't love bitches, wanna make money for me and the homies
Probably end up with so many cases
Cos calling the politicians, the fakest
They don't wanna listen, pretend that they care
Act like they are so rare, that shit is not fair
Never going back to jail, bitch don't you f*cking dare
Trust me, I'm not blind
See who is fake, who is real
Don't expect me to have fear
F*ck the world, I just wanna get richer

Sorry Your Highness, I'm just latest version of the finest
Can't do anything but keepin' it real
They just don't understand, mask off, identity is revealed
That's a disclosure, yeah
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Ahhh, Yeah, I've been waitin' for this moment
It's been a long time comin
Let's get it, Let's get it, Let's get it
It's time to get this mothaf*ckin' rap money baby
No matter what they say I'm a king
Hear the goat speak, ahh

Deals on deals, that shit taste like happy meal, on a trip to Wales
F*ck around and might meet Bale
Know where I'm headed, ain't gonna fail
My homie Pac just made bail, ahh
Ain't gonna stop, till my homies
Get out of jail, my skin is pale
But love ginger beer
Just told my bitch, peace out, it's over
I can't be your savior, I need a new flavor, hey

Treat these rappers like dummies
Gonna fly to LA, just to catch some hunnies
Rappin' is just one of my hobbies
Ain't worried about losing any degrees
Bitch I've already graduated
When I wrote these verse, gettin' hella faded

Diploma doesn't mean shit, it's just a piece of paper
Smoke, drink chill get faded, and become a rapper
Bitch I do this shit proper
Just like Chance The Rapper
Gonna tour the world like an explorer
This year finna be a game changer
Started dreaming of buying my mama, a Range Rover, hey

I ain't a loser, never
F*ck around and leave you with fever
Told my bitch, see you later
My homies be like "He is clever"
Don't worry I'll be here for a while
More money, bigger pile
Gonna smash with style, when they put me on trial, yeah

They just don't know, that I wanna see my cash flow
Ain't loving no hoe, homeboy
I'm here to give them ladies joy
Swear they'll enjoy, when I hit it slow

Keep livin' in the fast lane
My teacher just told me, I had a good brain
But I'm just f*ckin' insane, scorin' goals like Harry Kane
Being rebel to the system, yelling f*ck fame
Got that middle finger for the haters with no shame
Homie you're lame, I've just got in the game
Not leaving this bitch so they can get to know my name

Been to lots of places, met different faces
Looked at my hand and saw pair of aces
I don't love bitches, wanna make money for me and the homies
Probably end up with so many cases
Cos calling the politicians, the fakest
They don't wanna listen, pretend that they care
Act like they are so rare, that shit is not fair
Never going back to jail, bitch don't you f*cking dare
Trust me, I'm not blind
See who is fake, who is real
Don't expect me to have fear
F*ck the world, I just wanna get richer

Sorry Your Highness, I'm just latest version of the finest
Can't do anything but keepin' it real
They just don't understand, mask off, identity is revealed
That's a disclosure, yeah
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Writer: Mustafa Dağcı
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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