letra de the streets - officialkidjj
(chorus)
told ’em i was gonna be somethin’
that broke stuff made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
ain’t had nowhere to go, homie, i was lost in them streets runnin’
and i hit rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
just happy i did it, homie, n0body ever gave me nothin’
flexin’ so hard i might pull a muscle, but i just keep stuntin’
thirty in the mag, you’ll get body-bagged, i’m just gon’ keep dumpin’
police get behind me, i’ma press the gas, i’m just gon’ keep stompin’
i’m just gon’ keep stompin’
(verse)
head on a swivel, opposition like a block away
t–th grittin’ off them x pills, so high that i couldn’t concentrate
i’m timtim gang, don’t add a k, ’cause i don’t think that’s smart to say
rock out with that tec, might make a homiе do the harlem shake
makе sure that grass low, keep your pole and always watch for snakes
be careful who you trust, ’cause they’ll cross you like tim hardaway
impatient in the slums, i couldn’t afford to let my mama wait
long-distance relationship with god, so it get hard to pray
you can’t really plan what’s meant to be, i think they call it fate
like girl, i love you, but it’s only so much i can tolerate
like girl, i love you, but it’s only so much that my heart can take
like let’s give it a rest, girl, i just wanna give my heart a break
(chorus)
told ’em i was gonna be somethin’
that broke stuff made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
ain’t had nowhere to go, homie, i was lost in them streets runnin’
and i hit rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
just happy i did it, homie, n0body ever gave me nothin’
flexin’ so hard i might pull a muscle, but i just keep stuntin’
thirty in the mag, you’ll get body-bagged, i’m just gon’ keep dumpin’
police get behind me, i’ma press the gas, i’m just gon’ keep stompin’
i’m just gon’ keep stompin’
(verse)
make sure my phone on dnd, i keep my door closed
i been tryna put the rap game in a chokehold
diamonds vvss, gucci cuban, color rose gold
we got weed, pills and lean by the boatload
don’t stop at red lights, we stuck in go-mode
they k!llin’ kids, wonder why the summer so cold
when your face pop up in my head, all i can say is, “d-mn”
don’t try to test us in here like we don’t ace exams
for one night she gon’ turn up to this song, like it’s her favorite jam
and now i slide in that x7, ‘fore i take the lamb’
critiquing all my movements, type of sh-t that make me hate the ‘gram
know i’m not perfect, just accept me for the way i am
(chorus)
told ’em i was gonna be somethin’
that broke stuff made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
ain’t had nowhere to go, homie, i was lost in them streets runnin’
and i hit rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
just happy i did it, homie, n0body ever gave me nothin’
flexin’ so hard i might pull a muscle, but i just keep stuntin’
thirty in the mag, you’ll get body-bagged, i’m just gon’ keep dumpin’
police get behind me, i’ma press the gas, i’m just gon’ keep stompin’
i’m just gon’ keep stompin’
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