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the best cops on the streets

I wanna spit the rough over the airways
To play up by deejays that's
Not on air slaves
I don't like the drug lords
They're

love
Maybe it’s all just for fun
I don’t know
How the sequence goes
You like to think I speak in prose
Ever stop to think it’s frequent jokes
Always

you see I'm doing fine (I'm doing fine)
Yeah I'm geeked up out by my body, geeked up out my mind (Out my mind)
Now you coming back around like

By my side we got pizza 네 몸매를 닮은 Coco bottle
Feel your skin tight 한입씩 베어물어 Potato topping
Oh 긴말은 안하지 난
Instant pizza, we're like pizza

So we're

was bought by my mum not Herman.
Anyway, Glaucia wanted a way to get back at me and these prison boys seemed like the perfect way so she inserted her

Butterfly doors on the Lambo' truck, you crazy (loco)
I be gettin' money, poppin' my shit on the daily (yeah)
Baby bottle full of syrup with no baby

I

stay, yeah, I'd rather get paid
Lil' homie, you is not safe, yeah, shooters on the way
I was in the Bent' truck gettin' sucked up by a bad lil' vibe,

Because Bud is an old friend
And I miss taking shots
Of Jack on the tailgate
Of that old truck of mine
But now I've got something
That I think I like
More

recognize a big boss by my wrist watch

When i pull up to the scene tho
And the bottles on we
And the bottles ain't free tho
And the gyal dem love me tho
Cuz

Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at me
I'm like Coca Cola I'm popping
I'm too fly, take off rocket
When I'm off set I'm still on it
And your time

Saved by the bell, you lucky that my gun a jammer
or else you'd be seein white, like you in Alabama
Like, like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah like you in Alabama

to make some profit
Like a plug up in a socket
Bitch, I walk it like I talk it
And I ain't afraid to flaunt it
So she hop up on my rocket
Got me actin'

movin' 'round I ain't ever stoppin'
You niggas just got rich, how you started floppin'?
I'ma up my choppa, shit look like a rocket
Get rich or just die

Oh my oh my oh my
I be feeling like a star when I'm high in the night
I be feeling like I'm scarred I'm just tryna live right
Demons hiding in

here, no enemies, always family please
All of your personal info
I ain't thinkin' 'bout love, I just tryin' to get it up
Pop a bottle, talk a lot

don't catch a shot kid (Uhh)
I'll spin the block kid, i got them pocket rockets (Pocket rockets)
Somebody tell 'em chill, i'm a show 'em whats real (Uh)

like a boss
It's gon' be a long, long time
They wanna see us go broke
It's gon' be a long, long time
Had to stop searchin' for love
I'll show you a good,

Can't put a name to your face but I know you
See the tension in the air drippin' down to your shoes
True love divided by a crowded room
I could feel

like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"

From Philly to Compton, nigga
I fell in love with these streets, I lost my niggas too
But I'll be damned I'll let one

to tell me that I'm blessed, but some days I feel cursed by love
I don't feel it
I try to tell them they ain't like they didn't hear me
In my dreams, I just

heaven, I don't wanna be in earth

I be ready to blow up boy im ready' like a rocket
Don't judge me, I've been workin' still
But I'm fightin', back that

to free as a nudist
Get hit with the stick, I break a bitch down like Ray Lewis
Got Ku on the way, we loading up trucks no Denali's
Deliver the play, my

So much value in this truck
It's lookin' like we hit the lotto
Hatin' niggas always follow
Ricky jordan shit is hallow
Trying to imitate our life
It's

chill with out a face on 
Sticking to the heat oh my god I swear Im napalm 
They sticking to they seats like a rocket about to take off
They sticking