Dreams lyrics

by

Isaac Hayes


[Verse 1]
Gimme all the rhythm and blues singers
Hen rock the shots of the liquor, hm, it makes me c*m quicker
Rub it on your belly like jelly
R. Kelly, you think you ballin' but your body's callin'
Free fallin' and you all in f*ck the bumpin' and grindin'
Have you jumpin' and whinin' while I'm climbin'
I be doing groups like Troop
Body rockin' H-Town to Horace Brown
Watch out now
Babyface can pay the rent and cook me five meals
But momma got the whip appeal
What the deal on that Prince cat
He be lookin' fruity but you still can eat the booty
Brian McKnights tight, Joe is kinda slow
Oh, what about D'Angelo
I want some of that brown sugar
Then watch this rap b*tch bust all over ya nuts, like

[Chorus]
Dreams, dreams, dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k
(Dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k
(Dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k)

[Verse 2]
I f*ck mics the fly way, f*ck dem LaDae cats, they whack
And one on them resemble Craig Mack
I need a New Edition I need some Men with Vizion
pus*y eatin' position to golden shower p*ssin'
I made my Intro getting f*cked in the Pinto
Now I'm Skin Deep in the Lexus Jeep
Peep da Queen sista if I f*ck wit Mista
They'd be suckin' blackberry molasses out my asses
Jason, who da f*ck time ya wastin'?
You're nathan I got no patience for little di*k tastin'
I'd rather go dolo than solo then I can get some Heaven
And be the f*ck out After 7
All-4-One and One for All
I swear to God I'd never f*ck with none of y'all
And if you're Immature then I'm out the door
I'm on fire gettin' head by the Harlem Boys Choir
[Chorus]
Dreams, dreams, dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k
(Dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k
(Dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k)

[Verse 3]
I couldn't find the mall with Kenny Lattimore
Montell Jordan ain't scorin'
Tevin Campbell: n*gga's life to shambles
Make him an example
With this pus*y sample here we go
You didn't know Joe was my ho
Tony Rich my b*tch don't f*ck with this
I got a 112 nuts to bust so just
Open wide when I'm done give me a High Five
You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case
But we got to drink a case for me to participate
Don't playa hate n*gga, it's cool with me
I'm icin' Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory

[Chorus]
Dreams, dreams, dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k
(Dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k
(Dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k
Dreams, dreams, dreams of f*cking an R&B di*k
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