Представляем точный текст композиции "Ghetto Dreams" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Fat Pat . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ghetto Dreams» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Fat Pat передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Fat Pat - "Ghetto Dreams"
Lyrics to Ghetto Dreams : Ghetto dreams baby Thats what we talking bout.. [Hook] Ghetto dreams, diamond rings Money hoes and clothes and all those, fancy things [Fat Pat] Money hoes, fancy clothes Heavy in the game, so Im hot as cold For paper, wake me up I think Im dreaming Back in the game, I thought Id never have these things Bitches want a ring, Rolls and plenty green Black lacquer screens, three story dreams House on a hill, fantasies are built Private jet sip Moet, Sacci set now a Vette Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway Yellow bone on my side, sitting sideways Independent women, should I say franchise Right before your eyes, Im going nationwide Baguettes in my mouth, smoked like a cloud Make my mama proud, cause aint no holding out On my dreams, yeah Im gon get it Win it like the Lotto, dressed in Amavado Alligator shoe, when I smash on the throttle Angry super model, paparazzi follow Money hoes and clothes, it make my head hollow Im drinking out the bottle, to ride on my sorrow A better day tomorrow, is all I wish for A millionaire dream, plus a whole lot more The country Ill explore, navigator System guides my way, for the lyrical AK [Hook x2] [Fat Pat] Stacks to be made, in the world gon get it Opportunities come, a mile a minute From start to finish, have big dreams baby Coming down Mercedes, everybodys angry Rapper or emcee, whatever you wanna call it Credit cards or cash, we balling in the mall and Hauling, three T.V.s in my load Marble on my dash, got wood on my dos Who knows, what the world unfold as it go Round and round, Ima keep putting it down Endo pounds, getting sent from out of town Me and my partna, in the kitchen breaking chickens down Making plastic fried, whoa look at me now Im shining like the sun, Rolex dimaonds Here I come here I come, top down in my Bentley All my enemies looking, but come on get me [Hook x2] [Fat Pat] This just the beginning, of a next episode The game unfold, down a 24 karat road To success, no settling for less Strive to be the best, if Im broke I cant rest Mind full of stress, so I break for my dream Like Im running a marathon, and capalon hustle for me And my son, my job is never done Its like Im one on one, me against the world And its hard to hold on, but I keep a tight grip Write another song, drop it like its hot no time to prolong Get out the hood, was something like a dream Whoever thought, Fat Pat would rap sing Have all these things, Ill be just like a king In your face one more time, just to let you know Coming up is impossible, if you dont hustle Trust no info, coming from the back Cause haters come in all size and forms, and thats a fact When I was growing up, I never got no slack No handouts for Pat, had to grind for it black I let my nuts hang in the game, pumped hard for it mayn When it sleets no rain, I wanted big thangs Plus a whole lot of what, pocket change Dont knock Pat, coming down the boulevard true Fantasies and dreams, I just came through [Hook x4] [ Ghetto Dreams Lyrics ]
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