Mack Maine - My Reality lyrics

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My reality is bigger than your dreams are

Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car

She wants me, she wants me

Plus i got it all,

Bitch tell me what you don’t see

My reality is bigger than your dreams are

Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car

She wants me, plus i got it all bitch tell me what you don’t see

Yeah, yeah, yeah

My reality is bigger than your dreams are

Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car

She wants me, she wants me

Plus i got it all,

Bitch tell me what you don’t see.

I got 25 lighters on my dresser

Got the girl and the girl to undress her

My guitar strap is leather

My life is better than ever

I got women all up in my condo

And my drug dealer comes pronto

Got a registered pistol in the console

So, so, don’t try me now

Don’t try me now

[gudda gudda]

Yeah just ridin’ feelin’ lovely

You can hate but your girlfriend love me

Yeah i’m too g like a gucci belt

Hot gudda baby i can make your coochie melt

I keep your lady wet like she took a dip

And if oyu looking for her, you can follow the drip

I’m slick like rick, the ladies pullin my wrist

I just walk in the spot and out with my pick

I’m gone like a trip with a nice thick redbone

On the phone gettin’ head call it headphone

Pimpin all over like ludacris

These hoes love me, i’m wanted like a fugative

[chorus]

My reality is bigger than your dreams are

Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car

She wants me, she wants me

Plus i got it all,

Bitch tell me what you don’t see, yeah

My reality is bigger than your dreams are

Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car

She wants me, plus i got another bitch as long as you don’t see

But you do not see, you must be blind, blind

My reality is bigger than your dreams are

Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car

She wants me

[mack maine]

What you need contacts

Tell me what you don’t see

What you can’t tell, i’m everything that he won’t be

Talkin’ bout your boyfriend, bitch you need a man friend

Even when you aint sittin down you can’t stand him

Dirty d-ck bandit, luxury car whipper

Crib on dolphin island, backyard full of flippers

This is my reality, your man just be dreaming

Wake up in the morning, bedsheets full of semen

I mean he’s wet dreaming, while me i really do it

Coulda, shoulda, woulda, babygirl you shoulda knew it

And f-ck the paparazzi, i will never kiss and tell

I’ll be the genie out the lamp or your wishing well

I’ll be your fishing pale and you can be my yacht buddy

Take you from a-z, i’ll connect the dots hunny

(?) Has got money, baby cause i got money

I like the b 50 50 what you got for me

It could be some bread, nah it aint gotta be cash

I’ll take a little head or i’ll take a lotta ass

I’ll take a friend or two, we can have a 3d weedy

I could toss you a gudda gudda or a lil weezy weezy

Or my n-gga peedy weedy or my n-gga teedy teedy

F-ck you on the hood of red strip and green lamborghini

Go head and take this x-pill

That there f-ck you up, probably have you walking round like

“damn, what the f-ck”

Lady in streets but in the sheets you such a slut

Smash you on the top bunk, tiger uppercut

And everyday we do brunch and everyday we do lunch

You do me, i do you

Baby we could us and i aint gotta say no more

I don’t talk too much

Thus far, i feel like i’ve been trying to sell a car

Is you buying,

Cause i aint go no time for a test drive

Do you wanna go with me to the final frontier<br />

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Thanks to razvan