Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name
You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest
You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game
This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best
I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood
Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks
Nonchalant like Knuckles but I'll be your right hand man
Let me dress you why I'm like this man I'm out of luck with women
Ain't no gold up in yo pot then keep it pushing, you ain't pulling
If you ain't got no red key, boy she green and you ain't swerving
That's another a pet peeve, she took my heart I think she juggin'
No name wasn't interested that hoe done heard that I was a virgin
Shit that's crazy coming from you, knowing the things you would and wouldn't
Wassaname just told me lock the door up in the bathroom
Just to zip my jeans down zip em right back up and say we chillin'
Woopty woop done tried to claim me in the damn first place
I was tryna smoke her out and do her in the worst way
Set the candle up for ten, man she said she wanna leave
Why the hell you make me drive here? I ain't f*ckin' Uber eats
This other time this other dime had invited me to the telly
But she whining on another guy my face like Ryan Debby (like Debby Ryan)
Whole time i'm just overlooking, I feel like Wemby
I'm the boss the biggest B I'm not a blood nor drive a Bentley
I got blessings on the way cause I love God he represent me
And there's demons everywhere so I show love to who resent me
Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name
You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest
You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game
This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best
I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood
Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks
Let's get back to you I think you should know me fore' we get no further
You killed my attraction to these women talkin' bout wrote the murder
Truth come off my chest there's ice in there, I don't need a burner
Turned me to a lover from a player talking Timmy Turner
We go together no curdle
I had to boss up my nuts like girdle
You can come ride on this wave like it's Myrtle
I got this weight on my back like a turtle
We could just double this, we could just double that, we just could double double Julius Erving
Y'all making fun of it I find it troubling yall should go hang it up like a mural
Yo bestie talking that but I don't care bout it she was recommended like referral
Peep all the people who talking about it ain't really got nothing to say in they pockets
I see the way to the top but it's cloudy and everyone think that I'm angry about it
Nigga ain't no better feeling about it when I can be high and just tell you about it
I swear that my intentions highly touted I'll never go low like the people around me
You by my side and I feel like the pope
You took my heart and you giving me hope
You could just wrap around me like a cloak
You smelling good got me curious fasho
You could just roll up you know ima smoke
Ain't no domestic but I like to choke
And when I say choke I ain't trying assault I mean I be caressing my hands on your throat
My momma taught me I can't put no hands on no woman cause you might be carrying the goat
Damn I'm falling oh no
Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name
You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest
You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game
This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best
I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood
Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks
Dream Girl Video (MV)
Performed By: Smoov-E
Language: English
Length: 4:16
Written by: Ben Williams, Colin Healy, Dave Kuncio, Sam Bergeson
Smoov-E - Dream Girl Lyrics
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English
Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name
You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest
You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game
This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best
I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood
Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks
Nonchalant like Knuckles but I'll be your right hand man
Let me dress you why I'm like this man I'm out of luck with women
Ain't no gold up in yo pot then keep it pushing, you ain't pulling
If you ain't got no red key, boy she green and you ain't swerving
That's another a pet peeve, she took my heart I think she juggin'
No name wasn't interested that hoe done heard that I was a virgin
Shit that's crazy coming from you, knowing the things you would and wouldn't
Wassaname just told me lock the door up in the bathroom
Just to zip my jeans down zip em right back up and say we chillin'
Woopty woop done tried to claim me in the damn first place
I was tryna smoke her out and do her in the worst way
Set the candle up for ten, man she said she wanna leave
Why the hell you make me drive here? I ain't f*ckin' Uber eats
This other time this other dime had invited me to the telly
But she whining on another guy my face like Ryan Debby (like Debby Ryan)
Whole time i'm just overlooking, I feel like Wemby
I'm the boss the biggest B I'm not a blood nor drive a Bentley
I got blessings on the way cause I love God he represent me
And there's demons everywhere so I show love to who resent me
Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name
You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest
You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game
This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best
I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood
Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks
Let's get back to you I think you should know me fore' we get no further
You killed my attraction to these women talkin' bout wrote the murder
Truth come off my chest there's ice in there, I don't need a burner
Turned me to a lover from a player talking Timmy Turner
We go together no curdle
I had to boss up my nuts like girdle
You can come ride on this wave like it's Myrtle
I got this weight on my back like a turtle
We could just double this, we could just double that, we just could double double Julius Erving
Y'all making fun of it I find it troubling yall should go hang it up like a mural
Yo bestie talking that but I don't care bout it she was recommended like referral
Peep all the people who talking about it ain't really got nothing to say in they pockets
I see the way to the top but it's cloudy and everyone think that I'm angry about it
Nigga ain't no better feeling about it when I can be high and just tell you about it
I swear that my intentions highly touted I'll never go low like the people around me
You by my side and I feel like the pope
You took my heart and you giving me hope
You could just wrap around me like a cloak
You smelling good got me curious fasho
You could just roll up you know ima smoke
Ain't no domestic but I like to choke
And when I say choke I ain't trying assault I mean I be caressing my hands on your throat
My momma taught me I can't put no hands on no woman cause you might be carrying the goat
Damn I'm falling oh no
Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name
You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest
You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game
This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best
I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood
Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks
You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest
You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game
This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best
I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood
Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks
Nonchalant like Knuckles but I'll be your right hand man
Let me dress you why I'm like this man I'm out of luck with women
Ain't no gold up in yo pot then keep it pushing, you ain't pulling
If you ain't got no red key, boy she green and you ain't swerving
That's another a pet peeve, she took my heart I think she juggin'
No name wasn't interested that hoe done heard that I was a virgin
Shit that's crazy coming from you, knowing the things you would and wouldn't
Wassaname just told me lock the door up in the bathroom
Just to zip my jeans down zip em right back up and say we chillin'
Woopty woop done tried to claim me in the damn first place
I was tryna smoke her out and do her in the worst way
Set the candle up for ten, man she said she wanna leave
Why the hell you make me drive here? I ain't f*ckin' Uber eats
This other time this other dime had invited me to the telly
But she whining on another guy my face like Ryan Debby (like Debby Ryan)
Whole time i'm just overlooking, I feel like Wemby
I'm the boss the biggest B I'm not a blood nor drive a Bentley
I got blessings on the way cause I love God he represent me
And there's demons everywhere so I show love to who resent me
Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name
You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest
You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game
This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best
I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood
Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks
Let's get back to you I think you should know me fore' we get no further
You killed my attraction to these women talkin' bout wrote the murder
Truth come off my chest there's ice in there, I don't need a burner
Turned me to a lover from a player talking Timmy Turner
We go together no curdle
I had to boss up my nuts like girdle
You can come ride on this wave like it's Myrtle
I got this weight on my back like a turtle
We could just double this, we could just double that, we just could double double Julius Erving
Y'all making fun of it I find it troubling yall should go hang it up like a mural
Yo bestie talking that but I don't care bout it she was recommended like referral
Peep all the people who talking about it ain't really got nothing to say in they pockets
I see the way to the top but it's cloudy and everyone think that I'm angry about it
Nigga ain't no better feeling about it when I can be high and just tell you about it
I swear that my intentions highly touted I'll never go low like the people around me
You by my side and I feel like the pope
You took my heart and you giving me hope
You could just wrap around me like a cloak
You smelling good got me curious fasho
You could just roll up you know ima smoke
Ain't no domestic but I like to choke
And when I say choke I ain't trying assault I mean I be caressing my hands on your throat
My momma taught me I can't put no hands on no woman cause you might be carrying the goat
Damn I'm falling oh no
Aye miss lady let me ask you what's ya name
You my dream girl but I'm just tryna see you fore' I rest
You my queen girl let's get this off my chest this not a game
This a reverb I keep on spinning back cause you the best
I can't tell what's finer bae, you or this backwood
Shawty bad as hell but pride herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I ain't talking southern black cooks
Writer: Ben Williams, Colin Healy, Dave Kuncio, Sam Bergeson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid