Lyrics:
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Initialize your neck when my first Letter
Gold charm
Tell me pretty lies
Cause I'm your calm before the storm
Yea
You and me
Above everybody
Like buoyancy
To my hip hop niggas
Ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street
Ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't
deserve a gold medal And
Props to my Niggas who pieces is Hitting
They ducking avoiding the federal
Back in the trap and I'm getting it Legal
Times is hard
the nominee
And they can't touch me, like my mom Tracy
I got front seat, you got to forgive me
This annoying, please forgive me
Spent this time on all of these
Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back home
Let me talk my shit
White chalk adlibs
This
Head in the sky feet on the ground
Noodles on ear that's what I ain't got
Like pure gold put in the burnin'
Like raw metal without some pain
You earn
touch this)
She's a very kinky girl
The kind you don't take home to mother
She will never let your spirit's down
Once you get her off the street, ow girl
you in the streets of gold
Saying well done son come back home
Lost in the world where you're all alone
With that fake love, don’t call my phone
My soul
Whoa Kenny
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
nigga, I'm the realest nigga
That you ever want to meet when you walking on the street
I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the nike's on your feet
handle it
Ha!
Saw my homies from my neighborhood comin' up the street
Dressed in all blue from the head to they feet
They didn't see me, but I seen
out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you
Keep it snug,
alright
I landed on my feet
Made in America
I was brought up on the street
I'm facing up to freedom
And chasing down my dream
I was made in
reality. I told that lil bitch I caint give her a ring or make her promises I married the streets. Jumped off the porch landed on my feet. Yea and Fuck
when she hears this, she gon’ tell me that she’ll never give up
So, I gotta be tough, I gotta get up, I gotta show up
Walk down the street
Heavy on my
Please wait in the queue
So sweet you fructose I'm large and obtuse
Shit
Walking down the street with my dick out Who gon' stop me
08 Ultima over
anybody, need a new life
Take, take me by, by the river when the moon's out
Hiding my face from a new crowd
You left me all alone, yeah
You left me all
no love up in these streets
This world don’t want to set you free still got you by yo hands and feet
My cousin called say twin Man y’all gotta go
The ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got 78s by Hank Snow
Walks down the street shufflin' his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And I've
know what I'm sayin'?
I roll when I want to roll
When I want cause I got my cabbage like that
You know what I'm sayin'?
Keep player hatin' and watch
You probably wouldn't know my name
I'm just a regular dude
No ice or gold chain
I'm just a regular dude
No cameras with the fame
I'm just a regular dude
Touch of you sent me flying
Touch of you sent me flying
Touch of you sent me flying
Touch of you sent me flying
Let me tell ya the streets aren't
the east, bumpin' on Alicia
Feel like I just had my life together, movin’ easy
I respect my peace, man she’s for streets
I can't give her real addresses, I
"the cookie" to eat
She'll leave you standing on the side of the street
A bloody mess and no shoes on your feet
Oh Abina
Gyal bad like a crab when you
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