Lyrics:
the bottle
Later that night shawty finna swallow
Shooters be lurkin they leave you with hollows
If you owe me better pay by tomorrow
Gotta stay lit jus to get
to the New World Order
Where every single one of us
Is a slave to the game
It's no wonder why there's still dealers
On the street's slangin' cain
Often I sit
These streets are cold
So i've been told
I never felt no warmth from them
Desperate times cant let this slide
No I cant take no talk from them
Don't
to those feeling stained
Know your tomorrow isn't tarnished
Power to those that sweep the streets
With more knowledge than PhD's
Power to those that keep
you doubt
The sun is right behind them clouds
Puddles on the street evaporate
They're not that deep by the morning
Close your eyes and sleep
You're my
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
If tomorrow is judgment day
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I did with my life
I will say I spent it with you
If I
I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you)
I hear you be the block, but I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type, that like
I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you)
I hear you be the block, but I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type, that like
Accept in the street, niggas we live by different rules
Pill poppin' everyday I'm in a different mood
They scream our names since we walk the halls
Wasted and wounded
And it ain't what the moon did
I got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow
Hey Frank can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you
niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem will blow
and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa
Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
away
The street life ain't much better, but at least I'm getting paid
And Tuesday just might go my way
It can't get worse than yesterday
Thursdays,
away
The street life ain't much better, but at least I'm getting paid
And Tuesday just might go my way
It can't get worse than yesterday
Thursdays,
Good life, good days, good nights
Don’t let your life go by
Don’t let your life go by one life, one life
Be loyal, faithful, grateful, graceful
Most
never have my son
Right now it’s a hard pill to swallow
But I know I’ll feel better by tomorrow
Nobody gonna hold you by the waist like I held you
All
think I’m goin’ too
There’s people sleeping on the streets
It could make a blind man cry
And all of this and so much more
when a horse came riding by
gather, an unfortunate plight
Newspaper scattered, praying for tomorrow's daylight
In contrast, high towers amass the streets
Prestige the new class,
street
And by another shore
Another shore
Young Billy Dee got a lotta mini me's
Trying to duplicate the swag I perfected with the ease
Solid as can be I'm respected in the streets
So anywhere
my problem
Fuck it dawg can’t believe they caught
Come tomorrow
Best believe I’m on em
Justified by the fact, I saw them
Watch umm fall
Like
(ah-yeah)
I buy her all the designer, but she still leaving tomorrow (this is the remix) (leaving)
Ayy, shawty wanna go, she slidin' (slidin')
Shawty
the street
Where the crosswalk is met by a 90 degree
Two bars and going before the light turn green
One bar and come and blink to the next scene
Bitch I'm
Discuss these tomorrow by 52nd street Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In