Six 4 Dreams Lyrics Lyricsfreak Ramirez Lyrics
Six 4 Dreams by RAMIREZ
[Intro: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
[Verse 1]
Ay, hop out the '64, dumpin' clips, smoking cigarillos
A young Latino, knocking bass and I'm packing C notes
You know my stilo, sippin' 40's [?]
Stepping in the function, with alizé and a brand new nympho
Me and them other boys ain't cut off the same brick
I been, soaked up with game, now motherfuckers can't hang with
[?]
Don't be bangin' on my line unless you talkin' them big bucks
They is swangin' off the curb my bond is my fucking word
But stick it to the model [?] quenching in my thirst
I don't trust in nobody, these streets just getting too cold
As I, stand on my toes, grip on the .44
[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
[Verse 2]
Poured out the first sip of my 40 for my dead homies
Postin' and smokin' inside the cut I'm by my lonely
Stackin' my paper, mack can come in exotic flavors
Don't got no time for you pussy bustas and instigators
I kick my feet up, Gucci bag, inside all my heaters
You see the cannon will knock you down and leave you in pieces
The clock is ticking, fingers itching, no room for slipping
Play your position, Rami came in through with the Magician
I live my life like I might die tomorrow
There's no point in feeling sorrow
Cause all of my time is borrowed
I been knockin' on Death's door hoping I can get in
My time's wasted by drugs and the shit I get in
[Outro: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
[Verse 1]
Ay, hop out the '64, dumpin' clips, smoking cigarillos
A young Latino, knocking bass and I'm packing C notes
You know my stilo, sippin' 40's [?]
Stepping in the function, with alizé and a brand new nympho
Me and them other boys ain't cut off the same brick
I been, soaked up with game, now motherfuckers can't hang with
[?]
Don't be bangin' on my line unless you talkin' them big bucks
They is swangin' off the curb my bond is my fucking word
But stick it to the model [?] quenching in my thirst
I don't trust in nobody, these streets just getting too cold
As I, stand on my toes, grip on the .44
[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
[Verse 2]
Poured out the first sip of my 40 for my dead homies
Postin' and smokin' inside the cut I'm by my lonely
Stackin' my paper, mack can come in exotic flavors
Don't got no time for you pussy bustas and instigators
I kick my feet up, Gucci bag, inside all my heaters
You see the cannon will knock you down and leave you in pieces
The clock is ticking, fingers itching, no room for slipping
Play your position, Rami came in through with the Magician
I live my life like I might die tomorrow
There's no point in feeling sorrow
Cause all of my time is borrowed
I been knockin' on Death's door hoping I can get in
My time's wasted by drugs and the shit I get in
[Outro: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac