Nicki Minaj - Dreams lyrics

[Intro] As I sit back relax crack jokes for a mintue I think about the up-and-comers that could probably get it [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] I might go to jail for f**in with Hell Rell If he get ill and pull on my ponytails I heard Maino life is like a movie Set up the cameras f** him in the jacuzzi Freaky Zeke that should be easy He just came home I know he wanna bone But what about JR Writer, I'mma sk** him And when I r-r-ride him, I'mma grill him The n***a Pap he might could f** me But I ain't tryna Be drip Drippin a Gino green Tell Stacks to bring the black card up But if I f** him would he would he yell squad up! Tell Rich Boy to send me a pink toy Throw some d's on it & im might breathe on it & when Im Philly I gotta f** Gillie Snacth his big max & slap a b**h silly [Hook] Dreams of f**in' a rap rap dude I'm just playin, but I'm sayin' Dreams of f**in' a rap rap dude I'm just playin, but I'm sayin' Dreams of f**in' a rap rap dude I'm just playin, but I'm sayin' Dreams of f**in' a rap rap dude I'm just playin, but I'm sayin' [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Put it in half way, Red Cafe Put the p**y on his freckles, haha that tickles Uncle Murda could bring the handcuffs Why is that, I gotta watch out gotta get a rough neck As for Gravy he might could beat You know them fat n***as love to eat And when I want a Nicki Minaj who could it be It's them Young Gunnaz, Chris and Lil' Neef "Nicki what about Fendi? He made you pop" Tell him to kick rocks, or give me some top I'm on my way to Jer', to break Ransom off Quench his thirst, when my pants come off Murda Mook & Miles gone have to battle Scoop whoever win and, tell him to sca-dattle Run up on Mims, he could give me backshots This is why, this is why, this why I'm hot [Hook] Dreams of f**in' a rap rap dude I'm just playin, but I'm sayin' Dreams of f**in' a rap rap dude I'm just playin, but I'm sayin' Dreams of f**in' a rap rap dude I'm just playin, but I'm sayin' Dreams of f**in' a rap rap dude I'm just playin, but I'm sayin'