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Ayy (Ayy) Smoking on that satellite (Man, f**k these hoes) Yeah, because it smoke right (Ffff-beeep!) I've done been to the jail, I ain't tryna go twice (Beep) You crazy on the internet, then why you acting so nice? (Beep) I got all this f**king ice (Beep), I can have a snow fight (Beep) Droptop down went to 'deem (Beep), and of course, he overlight (I'm a street n***a, dog, hoes love my style) n***as' white bricks day but I see f**kin' cold rice (Beep) (I'm a street n***a, dog, hoes love my sty-) Ayy, ayy I'm a street n***a, dog, hoes love my style I should wrap the Lamborghini black and white like a cow What's that sh*t up in my pocket n***a it's the .40 cal (Bow) They be seeing a n***a balling n***a here they come to foul Baby momma keep on calling she like, "Get your f**king child" I'm street n***a, n***a, I keep pistols tucked around He was talkin' crazy, they like "Nah, he was f**king around" I got folks here in with me and I'll make em' buck you down I'm street n***a pu**y, I ain't faking for the clout I got cash but my crazy cousin'll take you for some pound And I shoot crowds pu**y, we'd shank 'ya for some thou's I got blue faces, thottianas, make 'em buss it down I'm a street n***a pu**y, I ain't payin' a hoe sh*t They got cash apps on deck, I ain't sending hoes sh*t He a peon ass n***a, he done sent his hoe a d**k At his dream girl house with gang in that hoe sh*t I'm a street n***a, dog, everybody know that So a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck When I got my first gun, I'm like, "I gotta blow that" I should go back to dough runners and selling dope sacks I'm street n***a, n***a, I ain't gotta prove that Oh, you tryna prove a point? Well, why you gotta do that? I should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back I'm street n***a, n***a, that was where my school at I'm street n***a, n***a, can you understand me? You don't speak Engli-? How you say, "Rubberband me"? Smoking on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene Sosa what the opps on? n***a, not a damn thing I'm a street n***a, dog, I don't love no b*t*h I ain't talkin' to that b*t*h unless she buy her own sh*t Unless she skrt, skrt, skrt-skrting and riding in her own sh*t b*t*h steady buying me sh*t, I can buy my own sh*t I'm street n***a, dog, I was jumping off the porch I had sprained my f**kin' ankle doin' jumpin' as a sport Stealin' granny sh*t, now I'm taking nothin’ less a sport We ain't talkin' to these n***as they ain't nothin' past a dork I'm a doggy n***a, baby, I know you love my fit I ain't got no b*t*h, n***a, how you f**k my b*t*h? Young street n***a, dog, two revolvers and a stick Don't let folks 'nem hold it, they'll steal ya f**kin' sh*t, ayy (Bang!)
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