Lyrics:
Wrapped in cling film, staying til the morning
Working in a shop off New Bond Street
Lived in your building high up on the ceiling
When she rushed
only here cos you lured to the street
This folks claim gangster on social media but in real life they ain’t tough
Badman if this life ain’t for you mesr3
What you kno bout street and trap?
What you kno bout street and trap?
Heartbeat drop when the feds bang in
Pass bands by hand we dont do bank in
What
people in the street
High low
People in the street high
Low high
Low i was living in a wasteland
Dominated by these maniacs
These complete creeps
I was
[Young Jeezy Chorus]
Street niggaz...
Real niggaz...
Street niggaz...
Gangsta niggaz...
Real gangstas...
Street niggaz...
[Dee Money Verse 3]
Ha Ha I
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
3y3 asem Oww
Fill the void in the empty street . Street Kamafo .
The only good thing bout being broke cos my mommy told me daddy couldn't afford
Pam no fro fro
Yea street thug me ni time for akrokro
We Dey work all day
Wo y3 akwadwor) don’t step on ma lane
On the streets dawg se ye nim holiday
the streets and driving through the mac
Put me in a car and I'mma blow your mind
Invasion at the gas station, gotta stay on my grind
Like always in a hurry,
at low tide
Low at high tide
Wouldn't turn left nor right
But keep on straight to Three Points Corner
Where Devonshire Street, Leitrim Street and Coburg
slapped her vein and spat out three months clean
Don't pretend you know me man just cough up something green
The girl on the street was once somebody's
OG Butcher Butcher
Yeba y3nte mo kasa y3nhu mo hw3 boys no asippe laka
HB ye trappe from the street 3de3n nso ne yessir masa
Fuck it waddup
We
mee
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Everytime at least three
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Never will he tease
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
I want a cocky street nigga from my hood
money we dey cafe
Y3 nt3m b) search oo mugu go pay
Y3y3 na anfa, we do it again
W) dum)mi daaa day by day
On God
This year no time (this year no time)
There's a lot of talk
About who's runnin' these streets
All I know is
It ain't you
Dark streets
Echo shuffling feet
As we retreat from the hot spot
ni ma teshie
K3 igbee shi kpaawo ma teshi kpaany)
Herh why you dey think about my destiny
I for give a fuck like an std
If I dey travel aa stc
By
three times and I`m back again
See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they losened the chains
I went and bought
the game you better ask somebody
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
I been around the hood three
A dey the night inside no means say I bi watchman, ooooooooow
We dey vibe 2/47 we dey sleep online
But street 3ye3 dulling , dulling! Ne ma smoke awhagon
brother
The street chose me
Shw3 oy3 mi lecturer
Allow me to roll
Puff puff pass
Wotw3n Na meetwen na etsere onua dc
Puff puff pass
M3twa atoso wc one side
Don't get caught on E and fought on streets
Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3"
(Two by two) Trust no one when you're gettin' them
Put your life in
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
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