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Lil Kim - Street Dreams Lyrics

Street Dreams Song Lyrics
Street Dreams by Lil Kim [Intro: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Got it going on, what, what?
Uh, what, what?
They got it going on, what, what?
Yeah, uh, what, what? (Uh)

[Verse 1: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I’m momma, Miss Ivanna
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
You’re 9-0, my guns is Valentino
MAC wavin’, “Queen b**ch” engraved in (What?)
And my peeps, it increased then ceased
Then sink slow, flows incredible, video
Peep the little petite, stand about 5 feet 0 inches (What?)
Off springs to clenches (Woo)
Me, I suspensions
Quick to bring your body agony like pinches
Yes, yes, what? (What?)
The T.V.’s in the Range, half a milli’ in the game
Nigga, we too dutty for that, bring your ass on back
Matter fact, stay where you at, you might f**k my frow up
f**k my flow up (Woo), hustle ’til I throw up
No more, high beam slums, and iced out baguettes
Back to Pontiacs and ’86 Acs, Cadillacs
The 6-8’s quick to tag plates, i’m straight
Stay great, the diamonds and pearls
Forever always, the million dollar girl (Uh)

[Chorus: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody’s looking for something

[Verse 2: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I got no time for fake niggas (Uh, what? That’s right)
You drink a little wine, but you shake, nigga
See, my name’s on your lease with your bank figures
‘Cause I’m much more advanced than them average gold diggers
Yeah, it figures; you’re talking ’bout me, so what about you? (Uh)
Man, b**ches be lying too
I push the ki’s, GS3s, the papes (Woo)
Y’all rock Bape, state to state, until it takes
Mad dimes from New York to Anaheim (Uh, uh-huh)
While you daydream and whine
I just keep gettin’ mine (Gettin’ mine)
And I’m, married to this (Woo)
Y’all straddle chi-lists and still planning weddings (Uh)
Mafioso threatens all the bullsh*t
Any type of threat, ends to pull sh*t (What?)
That’s why I got mad love for my real b**ches
Kisses and hugs, yo, one love to my thug niggas (Uh-huh)

[Chorus: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody’s looking for something, uh

[Verse 3: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Right back at ya, you know the one Cleopatra
All up in that ass, digging in your stash
Niggas think they gon’ get some ass
No money money, no licky-licky (Uh)
f**k your dicky-dicky and your quickie
Gimme your loot, your MAC-11 didn’t shoot
Your game ain’t sweet, John Paul Pete shouldn’t compare
If you can’t wed it (What?), forget it, don’t sweat it (What?)
I bet it, make it come smooth if you let it
You can’t stop a b**ch from ballin’ (Ballin’)
Haha, the lala, the drop-off, they be callin’
Uh, Cease-A-Leo, uh

[Chorus: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody’s looking for something, uh