Hollywood Rog - Nightmares Lyrics

Remember them days they was sleeping on me
Now I got hoes and they waiting on me
Neck and wrist icy she skating on me
Look at the bag Marc Jacob on her

Now I be f*ckin da bitch when I want
Flew to LA to smoke on some runtz
Then went to Texas f*ck wit Lil Blaq
My nigga turnt he bippin a scat

Flew to the A to f*ck wit Lil Jay
He lit wit the clothes he having his way
All of my niggas we turnt up
All of my niggas we turnt up

I ran a check yeah I ran up a sack
Good with the flow im good with the packs
I feel like I'm Scoota they say I'm next
Can't trip off the bitch I aint read the text

Rey go the f*ck back in

I went from rags to riches
I f*ck the baddest bitches
No I can't f*ck wit no snitches
Them young niggas toting them switches

Gotta watch how you be moving
I'm in the bed and im cooling
Baby she all on me
Baby come fall on me
Baby come suck on me
Baby come love on me
You know she aint dubbing me

It's 4 in the morning I'm still in the booth
I gotta go get this shit right
Im doing my thing I'm going too hard
You know I can't sleep at night

Remember them days a nigga had none
Now I just do what I want
Remember them days when a nigga had none
Now I can f*ck up a ton

Shorty she all on the dick
Shorty she all in the whip
I told her bring a baddie
She got her friend in this bitch

Now I be f*cking these skeezers
Now I be slutting these eaters
Ran up a check on these cheaters
Ran up a check in Adidas

Baby im good with the stripes
My niggas toting them pipes
Niggas be all on the gram they going broke
Yeah they living for likes