Dreams '07
By Nicki Minaj
2010
4:07
Official Music Video
Dreams '07 by Nicki Minaj
Lyrics & Translation
English
As I sit back, relax, crack jokes for a minute
I think about the up-and-comers that could prolly get it
I might go to jail for fuckin' with Hell Rell
If he get ill and pull on my ponytails
I heard Maino life was like a movie (C'mon)
Set up the cameras, fuck him in the jacuzzi (My life is a movie)
Freekey Zekey, that should be easy, he just came home (Home)
I know he wanna bone (I know he wanna bone)
"But what about J.R. Writer?" I'ma skill him
And when I r-r-ride him, I'ma grill him (Kyuh)
That nigga Pap, he might could fuck me (Fuck me)
But I ain't tryna be drip-drippin' no Gino Green (No Gino Green)
Tell Stack to bring the black card up
But if I fuck him, would he, would he yell, "Squad up?"
Tell Rich Boy to send me a pink toy (Kyuh)
Throw some Ds on it (Uh-huh) and I might breathe on it (Okay)
And when I'm Philly, I gotta fuck Gillie (Ah-ha)
Snatch his big MAC and slap a bitch silly
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Put it in halfway, (Who?) Red Café
Put the pussy on his freckles (Ha-ha, that tickles)
Uncle Murda could bring the handcuffs, why's that?
I gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck (Oh, I get it)
As for Gravy, he might could beat (He might could beat)
You know them fat niggas love to eat (Love to eat)
And when I wanna Nicki Minaj, who could it be? (Yeah)
It's them Young Gunnaz, Chris and Lil' Neef
"Well, Nicki, what about Fendi? He made you pop" (I don't know)
Tell him to kick rocks (Kyuh) or give me some top (C'mon)
I'm on my way to Jers, break Ransom off
Quench his thirst when my pants come off
Murda Mook and Millz gon' have to battle (Uh-huh)
Scoop whoever win and tell 'em to skee-daddle (Kyuh)
Run up on Mims, he could give me back shots (Come here)
This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot, nigga
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Dreams '07 by Nicki Minaj
Dreams '07* (original Nicki Minaj)
As I sit back, relax, crack jokes for a minute
I think about the up-and-comers that could prolly get it
I might go to jail for fuckin' with Hell Rell
If he get ill and pull on my ponytails
I heard Maino life was like a movie (C'mon)
Set up the cameras, fuck him in the jacuzzi (My life is a movie)
Freekey Zekey, that should be easy, he just came home (Home)
I know he wanna bone (I know he wanna bone)
"But what about J.R. Writer?" I'ma skill him
And when I r-r-ride him, I'ma grill him (Kyuh)
That nigga Pap, he might could fuck me (Fuck me)
But I ain't tryna be drip-drippin' no Gino Green (No Gino Green)
Tell Stack to bring the black card up
But if I fuck him, would he, would he yell, "Squad up?"
Tell Rich Boy to send me a pink toy (Kyuh)
Throw some Ds on it (Uh-huh) and I might breathe on it (Okay)
And when I'm Philly, I gotta fuck Gillie (Ah-ha)
Snatch his big MAC and slap a bitch silly
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Put it in halfway, (Who?) Red Café
Put the pussy on his freckles (Ha-ha, that tickles)
Uncle Murda could bring the handcuffs, why's that?
I gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck (Oh, I get it)
As for Gravy, he might could beat (He might could beat)
You know them fat niggas love to eat (Love to eat)
And when I wanna Nicki Minaj, who could it be? (Yeah)
It's them Young Gunnaz, Chris and Lil' Neef
"Well, Nicki, what about Fendi? He made you pop" (I don't know)
Tell him to kick rocks (Kyuh) or give me some top (C'mon)
I'm on my way to Jers, break Ransom off
Quench his thirst when my pants come off
Murda Mook and Millz gon' have to battle (Uh-huh)
Scoop whoever win and tell 'em to skee-daddle (Kyuh)
Run up on Mims, he could give me back shots (Come here)
This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot, nigga
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' a rap-rap dude
I'm just playin', but I'm sayin'
Dreams '07 (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Mientras me siento, me relajo, bromeo un minuto
Pienso en los que vienen que probablemente lo conseguirían
Podría ir a la cárcel por meterme con Hell Rell
Si se pone mal y me tira de las coletas
Escuché que la vida de Maino era como una película (Vamos)
Pongan las cámaras, follármelo en el jacuzzi (Mi vida es una película)
Freekey Zekey, eso debería ser fácil, acaba de llegar a casa (Casa)
Sé que quiere acostarse (Sé que quiere acostarse)
"¿Pero qué hay de J.R. Writer?" Lo voy a dominar
Y cuando lo c-c-cabalgue, lo voy a interrogar (Kyuh)
Ese negro Pap, podría follárme (Follárme)
Pero no estoy tratando de chorrear, chorrear ningún Gino Green (Ningún Gino Green)
Dile a Stack que traiga la tarjeta negra
Pero si me lo follo, ¿gritaría, gritaría, "¡Equipo, unidos!"?
Dile a Rich Boy que me envíe un juguete rosa (Kyuh)
Ponle unas Ds (Uh-huh) y podría respirar sobre ello (Okay)
Y cuando esté en Philly, tengo que follarme a Gillie (Ah-ha)
Quitarle su gran MAC y abofetear a una perra hasta dejarla tonta
Sueños de follarme a un tipo rapero
Solo estoy bromeando, pero lo digo en serio
Sueños de follarme a un tipo rapero
Solo estoy bromeando, pero lo digo en serio
Sueños de follarme a un tipo rapero
Solo estoy bromeando, pero lo digo en serio
Sueños de follarme a un tipo rapero
Solo estoy bromeando, pero lo digo en serio
Mételo a medias, (¿Quién?) Red Café
Poner el coño en sus pecas (Ja-ja, eso hace cosquillas)
Tío Murda podría traer las esposas, ¿por qué?
¿Tengo qué? Yo, tengo que conseguir un rudo (Oh, lo entiendo)
En cuanto a Gravy, él podría darme (Él podría darme)
Sabes que a esos negros gordos les encanta comer (Les encanta comer)
Y cuando quiero a Nicki Minaj, ¿quién podría ser? (Sí)
Son esos Young Gunnaz, Chris y Lil' Neef
"Bueno, Nicki, ¿qué hay de Fendi? Él te hizo famosa" (No sé)
Dile que se vaya al diablo (Kyuh) o que me la chupe (Vamos)
Voy de camino a Jers, a darle a Ransom
Apagar su sed cuando me quite los pantalones
Murda Mook y Millz van a tener que batallar (Uh-huh)
Llevárme al que gane y decirles que se larguen (Kyuh)
Acercarme a Mims, él podría darme por detrás (Ven aquí)
Por eso, por eso, por eso soy candente, negro
Sueños de follarme a un tipo rapero
Solo estoy bromeando, pero lo digo en serio
Sueños de follarme a un tipo rapero
Solo estoy bromeando, pero lo digo en serio
Sueños de follarme a un tipo rapero
Solo estoy bromeando, pero lo digo en serio
Sueños de follarme a un tipo rapero
Solo estoy bromeando, pero lo digo en serio
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