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letra de these streets - smelly 2x

i wake up with that morning wood, because it’s on my drake
need some milk the way i dump a n-gga with this special k
hate a lying hoe keep it a stain with me from out the gate
hit a n-gga with this drake like he was kevin through he gates
send him to the heaven gates i catch him speaking on name
zip a n-gga like a jacket, on a windy winter day
got no interest in no hoes, but i ain’t g-y
i ain’t got no time to play ’cause if i did it’d be a waste

n-ggas love to play some games but, i ain’t playing b-tch i’m spraying
sliding down yo block at night, i’ll hit yo brain while you was praying
f-ck a drive by i’ll walk on a n-gga, b-tch, cause i’m just differеnt
b-tch, i’m drifting in a stick shift, b-tches love me ‘causе i’m different
lil n-ggas be wishing, that they could be me
no wh0re you can’t be me, nor can you see me
no b-tch you can’t see me hopped in yo sh-t i’m a cheat sheet
this draco is 3d ain’t talking bout no tv

these hoes want me
these hoes need me
lil hoe leave me alone cause you treeshy
i know you want me, i mean need me but b-tch im dolo cause these hoes belong to these streets
f-ck you and yo partner i’ll leave you n-ggas boxed up
if you got a problem then pop not an option
n-ggas be some hoes for real
these hoes they be jokes for real
let a n-gga talk some tough sh-t i’m a show him he hoe for real
i’ll get a hoe n-gga gone for real
why would i have a pole for real
hollows leaving holes when they blow like cheerios for real
i’ll put a hit on a hoe for real
don’t want no smoke for real
don’t play no games
b-tch you lame, ain’t gone blow for real
(smelly)
he at the store for real
oh it’s over for real
i had to hawk that n-gga down, but he was slow for real
(smelly) let it go for real
nah hoe i’m on go for real
and when i see that n-gga i’m gone let blow for real
f-ck you b-tch it’s smelly in the telly with the gang (huh)
sl-t don’t hit my celly if you ain’t gone f-ck the gang (huh)
wh0re don’t hit my celly if you ain’t gone fight my main (huh)
b-tch don’t talk no sh-t if you know that yo crew don’t bang

hit a n-gga with this choppa
can’t catch him hit his momma
send a n-gga the doctor
i’ll send him to god if he talkin that tuff sh-t
hoe n-ggas on f-ck sh-t
if i catch you lacking pistol packing better duck b-tch
these n-ggas don’t like me (they don’t what)
they don’t like me
f-ck you and yo mans i’ll f-ck your mom and wifey
nicely i’ll put you on a white tee
then smile cause i’m hype i’m too nice with this pipe b

these hoes want me
these hoes need me
lil hoe leave me alone cause you treeshy
i know you want me, i mean need me but b-tch im dolo cause these hoes belong to these streets

- smelly 2x

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