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Pink Dreams Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Sprout
Language: English
Length: 1:16
Written by: Khalil Mccants




Lil Sprout - Pink Dreams Lyrics




Smokin on boof pack
Nigga my coop black
Pull up with big stick
Don't make me use that
You on some bitch shit
Why would you do that
You is a snitch
Put three in ya crew neck
Think it's game till hollow tips fly
Running running but you can not hide
Talking reckless leave you in the sky
Bud on bud got endless supply
Hit my line for the pack
My chains glistenin on my neck
Sprout name deserve respect
Talking down you get hit next
I let it let it rang
My crew bustin bussin thangs
You think this for the fame
But sprout married to the game
I'm the best in philly no cappin
Pipe yo bitch but i strapped it
Run up like what's brackin
These twin ARs get clappin
I shoot you up like it's a movie
Wet you up like a jacuzzi
I blend you up like a smoothie
And do all this shit so smoothly
Niggas got beef with me they gettin clapped
Slide by with the glizzy it goin click clack
I'm tossing you bullets like my name was dak
Yo bitch on my phone you won't get her back
I came empty pockets i leave with a stack
My gun big body like his name was shaq
I'm slanging these rounds like i'm selling clack
Not stoppin this shit till i make a rack
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Smokin on boof pack
Nigga my coop black
Pull up with big stick
Don't make me use that
You on some bitch shit
Why would you do that
You is a snitch
Put three in ya crew neck
Think it's game till hollow tips fly
Running running but you can not hide
Talking reckless leave you in the sky
Bud on bud got endless supply
Hit my line for the pack
My chains glistenin on my neck
Sprout name deserve respect
Talking down you get hit next
I let it let it rang
My crew bustin bussin thangs
You think this for the fame
But sprout married to the game
I'm the best in philly no cappin
Pipe yo bitch but i strapped it
Run up like what's brackin
These twin ARs get clappin
I shoot you up like it's a movie
Wet you up like a jacuzzi
I blend you up like a smoothie
And do all this shit so smoothly
Niggas got beef with me they gettin clapped
Slide by with the glizzy it goin click clack
I'm tossing you bullets like my name was dak
Yo bitch on my phone you won't get her back
I came empty pockets i leave with a stack
My gun big body like his name was shaq
I'm slanging these rounds like i'm selling clack
Not stoppin this shit till i make a rack
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Writer: Khalil Mccants
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