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letra de still in the streets - bandgang lonnie bands

[intro]
(come on p)

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
man, n-ggas always talkin’ ’bout somethin’, how i don’t waste time
i only f-ck dimes, or bad b-tches who bring me money
man, i be frontline with my n-ggas, i still be there when sh-t get ugly
man, come to my block, i heard your trap spot was filled with tumbleweeds
why every n-gga that sellin’ dope say they in tennessee?
i know some n-ggas really sellin’ dope, they clean the money with cds
man, my b-tch couldn’t be like yours, i like mine h-lla mean
finna put her in double c’s, my og want some double g’s
man, when it get time, you can do that by yourself, sh-t, i’m selfish
i used to wake up and take twenty milligrams, sh-t, it was breakfast
i thought i broke up with the percs, she still together, i can’t help it
keep rubbin’ on me, i’m tryna bend her over if she gon’ let me
n-gga, the only reason i told her ran the race because the rap ain’t had the gun
man, lonnie said it’s on the floor, i’m like, “let’s get it out the mud”
keep losin’ n-ggas that i love, a lot of sh-t ain’t how it was
my city know i’m really poppin’ and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my buzz
man, they said i’m really fakin’, i’m feelin’ like they hatin’
i smashed the benz runnin’ from the hook, i need a sp-ceship
man, we just f-ckin’, she said i’m toxic, baby, i ain’t into datin’
man, with the beef, i do same-day shipping, ain’t got no patience

[chorus: glockboyz teejaee]
n-gga, but sh-t, we still in the streets
every day i ride around, n-gga, like i ain’t got no beef
man, i text brodie deuce deuce, that mean he pullin’ up peace peace
i know the plug met my n-ggas love sosa, chief keef
n-gga, but sh-t, we still in the streets
every day i ride around, n-gga, like i ain’t got no beef
man, i text brodie deuce deuce, that mean he pullin’ up peace peace
i know the plug met my n-ggas love sosa, chief keef
[verse 2: bandgang lonnie bands]
i know the other side wanna be me
i threw a diamond link on the deedee
that’s a fifty on my neck, don’t make me put it on your beanie
got fifty, all fifties in my pocket, it’s for lennie
huh, wake up, make a scrambled ten, we turned the spot to denny’s
yeah, i v12’d the benz, what the f-ck is a hemi?
i don’t know why these n-ggas think that instagram sh-t offend me
get out my dm with that brother sh-t, n-gga, i ain’t friendly
huh, thousand grams of foxy brown, thousand grams a brick
get every dollar when i sit down, i ain’t never dizzy
f-ck a turnaround
they don’t even know what’s in these pills and they still give me fifty
we can still hit wallie world if the car’s pretty
make that b-tch a nasty girl, she was so saditty
i was f-ckin’ famous hoes broke, no kizzy
i sell my dope whole, n-gga, no skizzy

- bandgang lonnie bands

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