CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Love 4 The Streets
Look, I'm in love with the streets
And I know that you think 'bout that
When I step all black and you're going to sleep
And I try not make you stress
But baby girl I gotta cut down trees
And I can't take all of this verbal stuff
So I gotta turn off this neek
Rise my brucky a boy turn duppy
Babes, that's another one 6 feet
The same mash I use corn man's beef
Stuck up nuff man round R and B
Big chromers big 357
Now which one of them wan' war with we?
Oh please, oh please talk mean and skeet
Throw Bs and bleed
Oh please, oh please talk mean and skeet
Throw Bs and bleed
She phoned me and I don't phone back
And she vexed cah right now my phone keeps twerking
And I just bucked the boydem drop it avoiding
You know that I'm still out bursting
I need waps and teeth to corn this beef
Baby I can't buy no Birkin
Whipping in thе pot wrist working
She learning, she lеarning
Yay, yay
She learning
Baddie on me she twerking
She got a man ooh damn but he a internet version
Back it
I back it out, curtains
I back it out, he nervous dududu
I back it out, disperse it
I need a dudu you can't get a Birkin
Maybe a CC
9mm not a GG
I know you see me
10 on 10 this our VVs
Pree me
I'm just a Hitsquad Baby
Shave or spray till my wrist goes lazy
Hitsquad Baby
Hitsquad baby yay
I was doing borings for fun
Got boring so I went to war with a gun
Chatty mouth all the talking is long
Better sort out your tongue
I don't talk I just come with weapons
Can you bench this, what you reckon?
From the trenches this Peckham
I got gyallie on me undressing
Chill, I just get head then I'm hot stepping
And I know that you think 'bout that
When I step all black and you're going to sleep
And I try not make you stress
But baby girl I gotta cut down trees
And I can't take all of this verbal stuff
So I gotta turn off this neek
Rise my brucky a boy turn duppy
Babes, that's another one 6 feet
The same mash I use corn man's beef
Stuck up nuff man round R and B
Big chromers big 357
Now which one of them wan' war with we?
Oh please, oh please talk mean and skeet
Throw Bs and bleed
Oh please, oh please talk mean and skeet
Throw Bs and bleed
She phoned me and I don't phone back
And she vexed cah right now my phone keeps twerking
And I just bucked the boydem drop it avoiding
You know that I'm still out bursting
I need waps and teeth to corn this beef
Baby I can't buy no Birkin
Whipping in thе pot wrist working
She learning, she lеarning
Yay, yay
She learning
Baddie on me she twerking
She got a man ooh damn but he a internet version
Back it
I back it out, curtains
I back it out, he nervous dududu
I back it out, disperse it
I need a dudu you can't get a Birkin
Maybe a CC
9mm not a GG
I know you see me
10 on 10 this our VVs
Pree me
I'm just a Hitsquad Baby
Shave or spray till my wrist goes lazy
Hitsquad Baby
Hitsquad baby yay
I was doing borings for fun
Got boring so I went to war with a gun
Chatty mouth all the talking is long
Better sort out your tongue
I don't talk I just come with weapons
Can you bench this, what you reckon?
From the trenches this Peckham
I got gyallie on me undressing
Chill, I just get head then I'm hot stepping
