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Blue Dream Video (MV)




Performed By: TNR Bang
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Michael Ervine
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TNR Bang - Blue Dream Lyrics




I used to sell blue dream, now I'm walking around with bricks and nina
Feel like ace fresh out of them cleaners, hold up check my demeanor
I'm walking around with that shit on my chest, TNR fat shit on my neck
I stay down my nigga, he ain't around cause he a clown my nigga

He ain't around cause he a clown my nigga
Ayy, I built this shit from the ground my nigga
Dropping slips pound for pound my nigga
I been on a 90 day run, I ain't f*ck in a minute

Trap no rap, let me record in the kitchen
S.O.B
Since a youngin I been standing on business
Them bodies drop when I'm sipping on lemon

S.O.B
Stand on bodies and I'm standing on businesses
I'm trying to make the pape stack by the minute
I been trapping so damn hard I got them bricks in the ceiling

That's a one good hell of a feeling
Growing up I was looking up to Birdman and Slim
Look up I get a handshake from him
You telling me keep on rapping but the trap still jumping

Look up see the dope fiends coming
Bout if the rap shit my fate
I ain't hiding, duck and understand I ain't coming for nothing
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'ma keep on, keep on coming
I'ma keep on, keep on coming
Come on now, come on now
Ayy

Come on now
Ayy
Ayy
Come on now

Come on, come on, come on
I used to sell blue dreams
Now I'm walking around with pounds and bales
Seen them shits touchdown through the mail

Hold up
Sometimes you don't touch the scale
Exotic pack nigga? Know im here
This trap shit get blood, sweat and tears

And I been doing this shit for years
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't worrying bout no feds in my ass
I been doing this smart

I'm here
Uh, uh
Lemon cherry sixteen hundred
Who want it

Who trying to turn they trap up till it's jumping
Pull up on me with the money
No frontin
Trying to get that bread

Put it on mustard
And I been told I'm the hottest in the city
When I ain't hot
If the feds ain't come get me

But I'ma keep on, keep on trapping
I'ma trap to my pockets not skinny
And I prefer a little wock over remy
Tell Nick come pour up with me

And I'ma keep on, keep on trapping
Keep trapping to my pockets aint skinny
Let's go, let's go
And you know there's a way

To get up
To let me down
Before the sun
To have a go

But I'm not the same
I'm more than only one
I'll get this done and win it
I'll get this done and win it
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English

I used to sell blue dream, now I'm walking around with bricks and nina
Feel like ace fresh out of them cleaners, hold up check my demeanor
I'm walking around with that shit on my chest, TNR fat shit on my neck
I stay down my nigga, he ain't around cause he a clown my nigga

He ain't around cause he a clown my nigga
Ayy, I built this shit from the ground my nigga
Dropping slips pound for pound my nigga
I been on a 90 day run, I ain't f*ck in a minute

Trap no rap, let me record in the kitchen
S.O.B
Since a youngin I been standing on business
Them bodies drop when I'm sipping on lemon

S.O.B
Stand on bodies and I'm standing on businesses
I'm trying to make the pape stack by the minute
I been trapping so damn hard I got them bricks in the ceiling

That's a one good hell of a feeling
Growing up I was looking up to Birdman and Slim
Look up I get a handshake from him
You telling me keep on rapping but the trap still jumping

Look up see the dope fiends coming
Bout if the rap shit my fate
I ain't hiding, duck and understand I ain't coming for nothing
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'ma keep on, keep on coming
I'ma keep on, keep on coming
Come on now, come on now
Ayy

Come on now
Ayy
Ayy
Come on now

Come on, come on, come on
I used to sell blue dreams
Now I'm walking around with pounds and bales
Seen them shits touchdown through the mail

Hold up
Sometimes you don't touch the scale
Exotic pack nigga? Know im here
This trap shit get blood, sweat and tears

And I been doing this shit for years
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't worrying bout no feds in my ass
I been doing this smart

I'm here
Uh, uh
Lemon cherry sixteen hundred
Who want it

Who trying to turn they trap up till it's jumping
Pull up on me with the money
No frontin
Trying to get that bread

Put it on mustard
And I been told I'm the hottest in the city
When I ain't hot
If the feds ain't come get me

But I'ma keep on, keep on trapping
I'ma trap to my pockets not skinny
And I prefer a little wock over remy
Tell Nick come pour up with me

And I'ma keep on, keep on trapping
Keep trapping to my pockets aint skinny
Let's go, let's go
And you know there's a way

To get up
To let me down
Before the sun
To have a go

But I'm not the same
I'm more than only one
I'll get this done and win it
I'll get this done and win it
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Writer: Michael Ervine
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