My Reality

Mack Maine & Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda - Rap
My Reality
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[Intro: Lil Wayne] Ayo Tim, I like this I told you I'm on some other shit Check it [Chorus: Lil Wayne] My reality is bigger than your dreams are Got your dream girl riding in your dream car She wants me, she wants me Plus I got it all Bitch tell me what you don't see [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got 25 lighters on my dresser Got the girl and a 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 (now) [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Yeah just riding feeling lovely You can hate but your girlfriend loves me Yeah I'm too G like a Gucci belt Hot Gudda baby girl, I can make your coochie melt I keep your lady wet like she took a dip And if you looking for her, you can follow the drip I'm slick like Rick, the ladies pulling 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 getting head, call it headphone Pimping all over like Ludacris These hoes love me, I'm wanted like a fugitive (hahaha, yeah) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] My reality is bigger than your dreams are Got your dream girl riding in your dream car She wants me, she wants me Plus I got it all Bitch tell me what you don't see [Bridge: Lil Wayne] What do you not see? You must be blind [Chorus: Lil Wayne] My reality is bigger than your dreams are Got your dream girl riding in your dream car She wants me, she wants me Plus I got it all Bitch tell me what you don't see [Verse 3: 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 Talking about your boyfriend, bitch you need a man friend Even when you ain't sittin' down you can't stand him Dirty dick bandit, luxury car whipper Crib on Dolphin Island, backyard full of flippers This is my reality, your man just be dreamin' Wake up in the morning, bedsheets full of semen I mean he's wet dreaming, while me I really do it Coulda, shoulda, woulda, baby girl you shoulda knew it And fuck the paparazzi, I don't ever kiss and tell I'll be your genie out the lamp or your wishing well I'll be your fishing pail and you can be my yacht buddy Take you from A-Z, I'll connect the dots hunny Day viewers got money, baby cause I got money I like it the B-5050, what you got for me? It could be some bread, nah it ain't 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 Lil Weezy, Weezy Or my nigga Peedy Weedy, or my nigga Tity Tity Fuck you on the hood of red strip and green Lamborghini Go head and take this x-pill, that there buck you up Probably have you walking round like "Damn, what the fuck" Lady in streets but in the sheets girl you such a slut Smash you on a top bunk, that's a banger uppercut And everyday we do brunch, everyday we do lunch You do me, I do you Baby we could do us and I ain't gotta say no more I don't talk too much Thus far, phew I feel like I've been trying to sell a car Is you buying? [Outro: Lil Wayne] Haa, cause I ain't got no time for a test drive Do you want to go with me to the final frontier? Don't you see, I have everything but fear This is not a dream, no this is real
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Credits
- Writers
- Mack Maine
- Lil Wayne
- Gudda Gudda
- Timbaland