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letra de streets 2 hot - g perico & haiti babii

streets 2 hot lyrics
[verse 1] haiti babii:
ironically, i figured i can’t show no feelings
i hypothesize, it’s not so good to criticize
i minimize my problems to accept my wrongs
i’m a thief in the night
and a wolf with a ?
if you huff and you puff, guarantee, i might bite
i got ice like gretzky, no elvis presley
but if you press me, i might reconsider yo’ record deal
i keep a smile on my face to show my diamonds out
young boss, ceo, you know what time it is
soy sauce, i got that sh-t that make ’em drop the juice
knockin’ at yo’ noggin like block, block and the choppa bang
n-ggas switch they life for this, turn fickle, i can’t die for this
learn when to say no
never chase a rainbow
n-ggas gon’ be n-ggas so that’s why these b-tches chill
[verse 2] g perico:
the streets too hot
n-gga, don’t be lookin’ too long at my watch
when i throw up my hood, tell me what you see
do i make it look good or is it just me
mirror, mirror on the motherf-ckin’ wall
i been puttin’ in work, now it’s time for me to ball
tell me who is the greatest
i can’t drive it if the model ain’t the latest

[hook] g perico:
cash, book, credit card, mo’ money
last lost that i took i was so hungry
felt just like a n-gga pulled a gun on me, was like
freeze, n-gga give me everything

[verse 3] haiti babi:
i’mma shoot my shot just like the barclays center
i been rockin’ tuscan leather like i’m booker washington
jimmy too much, i’m in the cup like two fat boys
polaroid my vision, i need kodak as my co-defedant
take a picture
act like these are my homies, but they don’t know me
red beam, green lightning, playin’ like polka dot
must illuminate yo mind before you pushin’ up
push up, push up, push up
[verse 4] g perico:
push it up
seafood trap kitchen
told bad news, hook it up
when i see my girl, baby who do you love
f-ck them other b-tches, its you that i want
we just eat off the back of yachts
i was too paranoid, so i packed my glock
thought i seen a n-gga comin’ so i blast a shot like
pow! n-gga, back off

[hook] g perico:
cash, book, credit card, mo’ money
last lost that i took i was so hungry
felt just like a n-gga pulled a gun on me, was like
freeze, n-gga give me everything

- g perico haiti babii

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