Lyrics:
day one, you're lyin' to me
I know you got a girl, but you're right here with me
'Cause you ain't mine
Let it go, let it go, let it go
'Cause you
I lost all my heart in the streets (hey)
I'm grown, I know how it be (let's go)
I'm gone, it's best that I leave (I'm gone, hey)
They can't be
it
I go to work, hey, hey, oh
Let me see you work
Calling all ladies don't be shy
Don't let the moment pass you by
Grab your girls get on the floor
One thing I learned from these streets that you gotta keep you a gun Ain't no fun in
these streets That's why I can't go for none I'm tryna put my
let's talk about It
Don't matter but i doubt it
Feel you can't go without him (feel you can't go without him)
Stuck in yo mind you shouting
Playball them
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code
that makes you feel like you can't go on no more
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain that I wouldn't wish on anyone
I can't relate
that makes you feel like you can't go on no more
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain that I wouldn't wish on anyone
I can't relate
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
the poor. Come on now ...
Ah, please don't pass me by,
well I've got to go now friends,
but, please don't pass me by,
for I am blind, yeah but you can
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
freaking sheets
Seeping out my misdemeanors
That you see
This the squad
This the team
Shit
You know what we been
Just let it go,
Just let it go
Just
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
thrown in a lava tube
And watch the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all
Tennis on wrists, I got rackets, driving the boat like a savage
I just went shopping at Saks 5th, mixing designer don't match it
Let's go, Let's go (Let
on
I'm on the edge
And I can't go on
And I can't go on
(what would you wish
For if you had one chance?)
(what would you wish
For in your one last
this fame
It ain't worth a lot
Only thing I know, is I'll never let you go
As she takes the stand
By the look in her eyes I can tell that's she
When I walk by with a Glock tucked, baby
Everywhere I go I say fuck you pay me
Been a don, robber, never talk
Don’t make me
Pop lock it and drop
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
I wasn't mad until these
fans, you wouldn't believe
Shawty gone get a cake by any means
You don't know how I really be
You don't know how I been movin' in the streets
Let me go
'm the new owner of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one
Right now homie
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
you)
Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie)
New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt)
I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely)
Percocet fuck
When I'm in the streets, it's cop go
When it come to beats, I'm top drawer
Show me you're weak, you get broke
Never been a thief, but I stole
Was
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