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letra de the streets - yung bans

[intro]
yeah, mhm-mhm-mhm

[chorus]
ayy, told her no clothes in my bed, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
i don’t wanna f-ck, give me head, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
i can’t show no love, yeah, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
i don’t want demons in my head, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
rock with a pistol and a .30, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
big glock 40 with a .30, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
i can’t f-ck with b-tches, they ain’t worth, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
b-tch n-gga me like work, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)

[verse]
ayy, yeah, yeah
i’m from the streets
‘member back in the day, i was broke, ain’t have nothin’ to eat
‘member i was out here sellin’ weed, get ’em two for three
yeah, i got them bags
get them bags, let ’em go for cheap
yeah, i guess the street life just weren’t for me
locked up in the cell, i was the only one that’s there for me
and i been sippin’ x with lean
yeah, come to this jungle where you might get eaten
yeah, six, huh
plaques came in
[?] wrist, ayy
lil’ n-gga die for no reason, ayy
ride with the top down, i’m leanin’
i’m with my bloods, and they bleedin’ (huh)
i’m with the crips and they creepin’ (ayy, ayy)
i had a b-tch and was leanin’
i hit the b-tch [?]
[chorus]
ayy, told her no clothes in my bed, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
i don’t wanna f-ck, give me head, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
i can’t show no love, yeah, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
i don’t want demons in my head, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
rock with a pistol and a .30, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
big glock 40 with a .30, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
i can’t f-ck with b-tches, they ain’t worth, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)
b-tch n-gga me like work, i’m from the streets (streets, streets)

- yung bans

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