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letra de she belongs to the streets - blaze bekay

[intro]
nicole!
nicole!
who that b-tch?
she belongs to the streets!

[verse 1] – blaze bekay
yeah stop calling my phone leave me alone
you are not a queen, yeah you ain’t got the throne
talk to many dudes, yeah i swear i ain’t gonna f-ck along
you are not my type, baby you got it wrong
yeah stop calling my phone leave me alone
you are not a queen, yeah you ain’t got the throne
talk to many dudes yeah i swear i ain’t gonna f-ck along
you are not my type, baby you got it wrong

bought some new drip lets go
i ain’t bout that window shopping man that sh-t is slow
said she love me but she gon hook up with my bro (huh)
f-ck that sh-t man so imma keep it on the low
got to many problems but she ain’t one (nah)
she is not a queen she a brob-tch (yuhh)
boozed of that hennessy
she act like she a friend of me
i don’t know you b-tch give me back my hennessy
aye aye aye aye aye lets goooo

she belongs to the streets, she a freak hoe
only chill with dudes like she is in the migos huh
she got them curves like she jay lo
but imma throw her out, like a freethrow

[verse 2] – m.o.b richface
m.o.b we out here tryna make a millie
on the freeway in the racer, had to cop a richard mille
gotta carry ‘round the heat, but i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no chili
body count keep goin’ up, can’t hold me down just like i’m diddy
shorty say she like my bop, and yet she still ain’t send no addy
play wit me, you gon’ get popped, before i roll another fatty
people sayin’ i’m a chaser, i ain’t seein’ no replacer
i just f-ck her ion’ chase her, got my mind stuck on the paper’
pick myself up, then i went and got the check
talk behind my back, thinkin’ i won’t come for they neck
gottem’ talkin’ smack, backends come in for the pack
pray i don’t see you when you lack, this 223 gon’ get you whacked
grr, pow

[verse 3] – blaze bekay
she belongs to the streets, she a b-tch hoe
ain’t got time for b-tch, unless she swallow up my kids
ain’t got time for snitch, no 6ix9ine in this b-tch
got my brotha, yeah he lit m.o.b in this sh-t sayin’
[verse 4] – m.o.b richface
huh
she belongs to the streets, f-ck her one time now parents wanna meet
drop top porsche and it got leather seats
money over b-tches, all my members gotta eat

- blaze bekay

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