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letra de been in these streets - yung mal & lil quill

[chorus: lil quill]
been in the streets (been in the streets)
tryna breathe your lights out (tryna breathe your lights out)
who that lil’ n-gga right there? (who that lil’ n-gga?)
throwin’ threes on candler (who throwin’ threes?)
f-ck ’round and take me a trip out to new york (trip out to new york)
i don’t need the hammer (no i don’t need the fire)
young n-ggas smokin’ on cookie, this ain’t newport
ain’t no need for cancer (no i don’t need the cancer)
i’m in manhattan, i’m livin’ fantastic
paid five hundred cash for my ‘fit, i’m not braggin’, no
he started braggin’, my n-gga start spazzin’
that one hundred ride from your head to your pinky toe
jewels on my wet, they so wet, they atlantic (they atlantic)
took all the bape, now i’m rockin’ atlantic
mama see all of this cash, she gon’ panic (all this cash)
a lil’ back, we was down bad, now this sh-t is outstanding

[verse 1: lil quill]
a lil’ back, we was down bad, we wasn’t havin’ sh-t
didn’t have no cash for the re’, we couldn’t pay this sh-t
marlo keep talkin’ that bird sh-t in public
d-mn, like why the f-ck you even sayin’ sh-t?
used to keep dope with the stick where my mans be
why pay my phone? now i’m rockin’ atlantic
made the trap come around me, roll the gas in
d-mn, like why the f-ck b-tch tryna p-ss it? (n-gga, i’m straight)
1’5 ’til i’m in the casket (1’5)
1017, all my neck made by fisher (1017)
profilin’, get your -ss whacked
don’t think i’m not with it, got shooters post up in the back
came up, ain’t have this and that (came up)
brinks truck, i’m wishin’ that i couldn’t (brinks truck)
mom dukes, why would you say that? (huh?)
never mind, i’m finna roll up this weed

[chorus: lil quill]
and i been in the streets (been in the streets)
tryna breathe your lights out (tryna breathe your lights out)
who that lil’ n-gga right there? (who that lil’ n-gga?)
throwin’ threes on candler (who throwin’ threes?)
f-ck ’round and take me a trip out to new york (trip out to new york)
i don’t need the hammer (no i don’t need the fire)
young n-ggas smokin’ on cookie, this ain’t newport
ain’t no need for cancer (no i don’t need the cancer)
i’m in manhattan, i’m livin’ fantastic
paid five hundred cash for my ‘fit, i’m not braggin’, no
he started braggin’, my n-gga start spazzin’
that one hundred ride from your head to your pinky toe
jewels on my wet, they so wet, they atlantic (they atlantic)
took all the bape, now i’m rockin’ atlantic
mama see all of this cash, she gon’ panic (all this cash)
a lil’ back, we was down bad, now this sh-t is outstanding

[verse 2: yung mal]
all these blue hundreds and sh-t
these fifties and twenties stacked up, this sh-t is outstanding
it feel like the richer i get, the more they start hatin’
i thought it was love but they vanished
ain’t none of this sh-t get handled
if you wanna go get it, i learned that from granny
plugged out on the bar, i don’t want no more xannies
all these racks and i’m rockin’ atlantic, got flew to manhattan
just was posted, throwin’ threes on that candler
mama called me, said she happy, said she seen me on the camera
we young and we settin’ the standards
i’m smokin’ cookie, smell like pimpin’ and pampers
i’m wearin’ designer, i got broads in atlanta
and i been in the street with that stick, tryna breathe your lights out

- yung mal lil quill

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