Nightmares
• Written by Lil_Big
Stop acting tough in each verse.
In a gun fight you'll run first.
Now I'm showing that dirt.
Nigga just lift up that skirt.
Ain't mean that to flirt with you.
A nigga ain't what I'm trying to screw.
So that's your que to leave.
Hope you receive it well.
Before I shoot you to hell.
Know a nigga won't tell.
Or he'll be found dead in a hotel.
Get the maid asking "whats that smell?"
Bitch best not tell.
I wish the nigga well.
This a dream.
Nightmare team.
Last one seen.
Cold like ice cream.
Spell me out in bold.
Don't expect a fold.
Nigga you're once told.
I'm ready to scold.
You ain't worth no gold.
Nigga you seem old.
I'll keep my strong hold.
That I will uphold.
Rappers all outsold.
100 sells is my goal.
So increase payroll.
That's all the untold.
This a dream.
Nightmare team.
Last one seen.
Cold like ice cream.
Nightmares don't end ever.
They remain forever.
See em whenever.
Like JB said, don't say never.
They ain't over whatsoever.
Work like a magical lever.
Potions or whatever.
Like my raps, they can't be fresher.
Awake unlike a school lecture.
Building like an architecture.
Nigga thats that picture perfect.
I just hope it's all worth it.
This a dream.
Nightmare team.
Last one seen.
Cold like ice cream.
Near the ending now.
I'm clowning around.
Seem to underground.
Hope you all so proud.
Didn't even get loud.
Yet still gotta crowed.
Ya'll all so wowed now.
Just wondering how.
Gun shots out and pow!
This a dream.
Nightmare team.
Last one seen.
Cold like ice cream.
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Lil_Big
Member since August 27 2015