Lyrics:
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
drink don't kill me
By the end of the night I just want you to feel me
Let's go
I just want you to feel me
Releasing all my pain so this music can heal me
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Chrys' case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go
paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Chrys' case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go
Wouldn’t buy you a Levi
Bitch I’m broke
I’m the trap
When the raid goes down
That man’s gon deny
Bitch I’m broke
In the club
With a bad ting
Oh That card gon
close down at Kilroy's
Still don't have one to review
And yeah that kills me inside
This is no elegant lie
I wish we had blowout party at Grant Street
she fucking herself
And really don't need your help by a god damn self
Have you feeling like a real rookie
That's what I like to call stipper pussy
molecules like Dr. Strange
Making cultures move, if you disapprove
You can keep loudmouthin, it won't bust a groove
You see the object of the game is we don't
shit about
They were tryna get me to go overseas for years and years
And I ain't give a fuck how my money was, I just
I wasn't movin' like that 'cause
tell babe
But the club going dumb
Make that booty go around
And around
And around
Up down, up down
Up down, up down
Aye
Make that booty go around
all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
and my connect is
Just a call drop
We don't count down on those
That's a ball drop
Come on akh, pretendin' y'all niggas on block
Twin fives put like ten
a long, long time and I never go dey give up on the love
I go buy designer, yeah yeah (yeah, yeah)
Call you my miss malaika, baby (baby)
Anything that
don't pass me by.
Well I hope I see you out there on the corner. Yeah I hope as I go by that I
hear you whisper with the breeze. Because I'm going
On the other side and I'm think that shawty
I got a thing for you
Doing it on purpose, winding and working it
I can tell by the way you looking at me, girl
I
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
Slow down (Ohhh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm smoking
I'm doing that just
brewing in every town you can't stop the spread by sitting down they tell you one thing in reality it's another its layers that you must peel back
I'm going to shine
And you can never bring me down, it's streets
You can never take what is mine
Cos I know I shine, it's streets
You can never bring me
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