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letra de word on the streets (freestyle) - lil yungeen

[intro]
let the band play
yeah
yeah
uh, uh, mr. yungeen, ayy

[pre-chorus]
i never ever put a b-tch before my money (nah)
i never put a b-tch before my money or my mommy (nah)
yeah, you got the wrong yungeen, baby, i ain’t a dummy, uh (b-tch)
you know how i’m coming, i keep them commas comin’, yeah
got this money stacked, yeah, all hundreds, yeah (yeah)
all these d-mn dead opps make me feel haunted, yeah
diamonds on my neck, (bling), bungee jumpin’, yeah (boing)
hit u with the glock, got u lookin’ funny, hah, ayy

[chorus]
word on the street, uh (word), that lil’ n-gga yung (een)
word on the street (word), yeah, i heard he play for keeps, uh
word on the street, yеah, i heard he kept that hеat, uh (i heard)
word on the street (word), i heard this glock knock you off your feet (word)

[verse 1]
yeah, the gang pull up deep, h-llcats and srts (word)
steady dissin’ 6’block but
word on the streets they caught u lackin’
yeah, all these fake rappers getting on my nerves
roddie keep sayin’ he spinned da block
but we be outside everyday
why you tell the police what i did with you?
why you tell my b-tch what i did with you?
knowin’ d-mn well i’ll k!ll for you
gettin’ rich in the trenches a miracle
sometimes i get so heartless…
word on the streets this glock be packin’ heat
word on the streets u a p-ssy rat
this ho just had the nerve to tell me i’m the man of her dreams, but
can’t nothin’ in this world come between me and monefa (what the f-ck?)
me and my fans be so turnt we so lit
playing with fire u gon get yo ass burn
the trenches love me forever
i’m ’bout to buy a birkin, fill it up with racks and tell my mama christmas early (here, ma), ayy (yeah)

[chorus]
word on the street, uh (word), that lil’ n-gga yung (een)
word on the street (word), yeah, i heard he play for keeps, uh
word on the street, yeah, i heard he kept that heat, uh (i heard)
word on the street (word), i heard this glock knock you off your feet (word)

[verse 2]
knock you off your feet, uh, and put you on a t-shirt (t-shirt)
b-tch, everything i got came out the dirt, yeah (the mud)
call me trillion dollar yungeen, lil’ b-tch, i know my worth, uh (duh)
i be standing over these n-ggas, i do it on purpose (yeah)
ballin’ back to back to back without a f-ckin’ jersey, uh (yeah)
they love my ball game, i got em coming
i cut ’em off like surgery (cut), yeah, i did that sh-t real urgent, uh (on god)
can’t be worry about these hoes
gotta focus on my music
opps still hatin’ man i wish they would call in quits
tell my mama, that i love her, doin’ this for her and
my fans (facts) new album going crazy, i got them numbers
but mr.yungeen keep a glock u know how i’m coming
let me sip my tea, yeah (hold up)
let me sip my tea, i’m in london right now with my team, uh (my gang)
the team 6’block and tgk all hitters
so much opps i be stunnin’ on all of em (yeah)

[outro]
(off your feet, fire)
the f-ck?
mr.yungeen
comin’ soon!

- lil yungeen

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