Street Life
Đóng Góp:XITA
(Intro) Uh, leggo my baby daddy Pullin up like leggo leggo Uh, see I ain’t pushin that Caddy We never leavin this place
Um, it’s all go (it’s all go) It’s all go (it’s all go) So go go
Uh, the hood ain’t ready It’s the mentality of hate
(Chorus) Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go We like to go to school for education But the street life we know don’t write no notes It’s like parole with the time we’re facing
(Bridge) Ain’t nobody gon help It’s a bottom feel Easy pops me the pill Think of the game, his mammy
(Hook) Tell a bum about the street life No exception, he be alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe
Everybody round me tryna get to the money We couldn’t leave
(Verse) Uh, my best friend ain’t happy We up and leave like waiter XO Uh, and she be rollin that paddy And put the longest snakes
Yea ‘cause love is so cold (so cold) So cold (so cold) And he’s foes go
You’re the truth so mine ain’t ready But what she got the next day
(Chorus) Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go We like to go to school for education But the street life we know don’t write no notes It’s like parole with the time we’re facing
(Bridge) Ain’t nobody gon help It’s a bottom feel Easy pops me the pill Mama didn’t waste no timing
(Hook) Tell a bum about the street life No exception, he be alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe
Everybody round me tryna get to the money (We just tryna get to the money)
(Verse: Pusha T) This for my niggas with them full baby mamas Ceiling full of commas Saving your receipts because she never keep a promise This presidential Rollie don’t make me Obama So don’t judge me by my jewelry please your honor The persona of this dope dealin summertime Top dropper wintertime Fool ain’t fox rocker Wooh! What it be like? It’s king pushin Kelly roll, giving you the street life Brap!
(Chorus) Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go We like to go to school for education But the street life we know don’t write no notes It’s like parole with the time we’re facing
(Bridge) Ain’t nobody gon help It’s a bottom feel Easy pops me the pill Now the big shit fell here, funny
(Hook) Tell a bum about the street life No exception, he be alive Tryna get where the breeze is nice So I can breathe
Everybody round me tryna get to the money Including me Yea yea yea
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