Big Sant - MVP lyrics
rate me[Chorus]
I got them waiting for dreams, dreams, dreams
Know I’m just riding for my team now
I got them waiting for his clean
Know I’m just riding for my team now
Kobe I must go 84 know I got a poking out
Tell me now who keep his score
Glass house…though, boys playing foul, so I gotta keep them free to throw
Lakers yellow…leave the…open up my door
So recognize that pimping when it’s next to you
And everything I do’s next to exceptional
If you knew what you was doing then she wouldn’t be pursuing
Some trill I hit her hard no technical
A rips …and reckon shot, I gave a game of side on the block
My paint don’t change but it’s leaking when I stop
Say the word upon the street is that they waiting on me to drop
So the stars lined up, I’m still shined up
Standing on the mountain better check my wind up
See us on top but you ain’t gonn climb up
And tell them haters that they time’s up
[Chorus]
I got them waiting for dreams, dreams, dreams
Know I’m just riding for my team now
I got them waiting for his clean
Know I’m just riding for my team now
Kobe I must go 84 know I got a poking out
Tell me now who keep his score
Glass house…though, boys playing foul, so I gotta keep them free to throw
Lakers yellow…leave the…open up my door
She said I make moves like a Met
I told her I agree
I give a low pro stroke pressure on the throw
Let her know, she ain’t fucking with a creep
She got head down, ass up, expensive taste, don’t ask cheap
Sweating on my leather cause never left the back seat
I raise hell when I’m bored just to heat it up
I fuck her good and tell her keep in touch
I’m the most valuable player, if I send it, you pay her
She bring me all the presidents, I might just run for mayor
Need no reminders, cause the flow enough to strike
Going no use of minor, we the majors fuck the minors
Cause I
[Chorus]
I got them waiting for dreams, dreams, dreams
Know I’m just riding for my team now
I got them waiting for his clean
Know I’m just riding for my team now
Kobe I must go 84 know I got a poking out
Tell me now who keep his score
Glass house…though, boys playing foul, so I gotta keep them free to throw
Lakers yellow…leave the…open up my door.
