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Kid - Pipe-Dreams Lyrics



Kid - Pipe-Dreams Lyrics
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Ten toes down till I'm 6 feet deep
They don't like the way that sound but I'm on repeat
Ain't nobody boutta hold me down, let's go and see
Solo is my only around, take a fleet
Lost but now I'm found, I'm just on a streak
Not to roll around on figueroa and get my dough lower
Got too much heat but I won't let it blow over
These hoes is shallow but that head be like a leaf blower
Off a bean or two and everything is moving slower
Keep my circle tight, y'all be switching up like bipolar
Self made sophisticated young owner
Switching up my ways, used to be a stoner
Ask me where I'm, I'm from that ugly corner
I can't f*ck with phonies so I'd rather be a loner
Pipe dreams like crack fiends
Hungry like my ribs touching
But I'm on the scene
Tryna flip them things
Four finger ring
Hit the studio and make that shit a scene
Take me out with some infared beams
It ain't a thing
Pipe dreams like crack fiends
Hungry like my ribs touching
But I'm on the scene
Tryna flip them things
Four finger ring
Hit the studio and make that shit a scene
Take me out with some infared beams
It ain't a thing
Bang my line like a bling
I know what to do with that thang
Push it like it's cane
Running towards the pain
I be dame dashing
Like this shit my passion
Rock it like it's Fashion
I ain't with no acting
I'm into stacking
Don't need no packing
Call it lacking
This is a fraction
Living up my life like it's taylor made
If you couldn't tell bitch I'm southern based
In the slums but ima relocate
Shawty wanna go and fornicate
Stay protected when I penetrate
I'm in a different state
My mind illuminates
Thick Skin exfoliate
This shit crack let it serenade
Lemme reiterate
Step up to the plate
I obliterate
I don't contemplate
I just dominate
Pipe dreams like crack fiends
Hungry like my ribs touching
But I'm on the scene
Tryna flip them things
Four finger ring
Hit the studio and make that shit a scene
Take me out with some infared beams
It ain't a thing
Pipe dreams like crack fiends
Hungry like my ribs touching
But I'm on the scene
Tryna flip them things
Four finger ring
Hit the studio and make that shit a scene
Take me out with some infared beams
It ain't a thing
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English

...
Ten toes down till I'm 6 feet deep
They don't like the way that sound but I'm on repeat
Ain't nobody boutta hold me down, let's go and see
Solo is my only around, take a fleet
Lost but now I'm found, I'm just on a streak
Not to roll around on figueroa and get my dough lower
Got too much heat but I won't let it blow over
These hoes is shallow but that head be like a leaf blower
Off a bean or two and everything is moving slower
Keep my circle tight, y'all be switching up like bipolar
Self made sophisticated young owner
Switching up my ways, used to be a stoner
Ask me where I'm, I'm from that ugly corner
I can't f*ck with phonies so I'd rather be a loner
Pipe dreams like crack fiends
Hungry like my ribs touching
But I'm on the scene
Tryna flip them things
Four finger ring
Hit the studio and make that shit a scene
Take me out with some infared beams
It ain't a thing
Pipe dreams like crack fiends
Hungry like my ribs touching
But I'm on the scene
Tryna flip them things
Four finger ring
Hit the studio and make that shit a scene
Take me out with some infared beams
It ain't a thing
Bang my line like a bling
I know what to do with that thang
Push it like it's cane
Running towards the pain
I be dame dashing
Like this shit my passion
Rock it like it's Fashion
I ain't with no acting
I'm into stacking
Don't need no packing
Call it lacking
This is a fraction
Living up my life like it's taylor made
If you couldn't tell bitch I'm southern based
In the slums but ima relocate
Shawty wanna go and fornicate
Stay protected when I penetrate
I'm in a different state
My mind illuminates
Thick Skin exfoliate
This shit crack let it serenade
Lemme reiterate
Step up to the plate
I obliterate
I don't contemplate
I just dominate
Pipe dreams like crack fiends
Hungry like my ribs touching
But I'm on the scene
Tryna flip them things
Four finger ring
Hit the studio and make that shit a scene
Take me out with some infared beams
It ain't a thing
Pipe dreams like crack fiends
Hungry like my ribs touching
But I'm on the scene
Tryna flip them things
Four finger ring
Hit the studio and make that shit a scene
Take me out with some infared beams
It ain't a thing
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Writer: Samuel Messica
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Kid
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Samuel Messica

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