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The Streets (Explicit) - EST Gee
Lyrics by：George Stone III/June James
Composed by：George Stone III/June James
Produced by：June the Genius
A mí me vale verga quién puta da la cara
Con mi pinche dinero
¿Tú crees que yo tengo miedo
Pa' ganar ese pinche dinero?
Que se va a morir por esa pinche plata
'Til you home free my lil' partner 'nem
I don't talk on phones
So you can hear mine through
Suboxone strips uh
I hate they say you snitched
Fell over show
Gon' be your mama kids
Your mama
D**g dealer anonymous
I still respect and honor this
I was slidin' and poppin' **** with
The same niggas I was coppin' bricks
I knew I'd lose my scholarship soon as
I learnt to get my zaza shipped
'Cause I was on the road with ten and Grit
Four would front six
They gon' pull out my phone to spin
Don't leave the lo' until he killed uh
I'll be past my toes and hands
I count the ones I seen and went uh
Instead of invest in businesses
I'm plannin' on gettin' a killer rich
Street ****
Got up for life
Don't squash my beef ****
That new year new car
Jewelry same me ****
And I ain't hurt
I ain't even worried I ain't see ****
That uptown out to Newburg EST ****
The streets the streets
The ************* streets
A lot of niggas hate you
But them niggas ain't me
Yeah the streets the streets
The ************* streets
A lot of niggas hate you
But them niggas ain't me
I love you 'cause you kept
Me fed fresh from out of jail
Right on the tail of me on house
Arrest and I kept losin' my mail
The gas'll never get passed
But 'til you get money we gon' land
Them niggas complainin' never failed
So rich I might as well
Know I love you 'cause them bullets
Hit my stomach and I still lived
Right after I got back
**** kept gettin' whacked and I got me an M
I always remember who was and who
Wasn't there when it was time to spin
Made me think they friends when
I heard all the hate was bein' said
I don't care what who said frrt
As long as my tool sprayin'
Play it however you play it nigga
'Til I'm through playin'
When I send them Shiners through
Turn your **** to shiner land
Life ain't go no proper hand
I won a bluff and went all in
I been locked in way before
The war when it was free Lil Red
When whole crowds would clear soon
As they hear Eastside Taliban
Riata ain't have a lot of friends
**** all outsiders ABM
I made it when they ain't think I can
Unc' hit hard out of soda cans
Same nigga who was teachin' me how to
Fix it in case my blower jammed
Same you sayin' different knowin'
I delivered it every time I supposed to did
Lawyers and take care of your kids
Plus keep up with them bills
That's my version of keepin' it real
Nigga not just how I feel
Ain't no speculation 'bout did you tell
Just get that paperwork in
If you don't I get the hint
But it still hurt my feelings bad
My heart wasn't built to fit a rat
I love the streets too much for that
The streets don't ever die as long as
I'm alive 'cause I'm gon' bring it back
Street ****
Got up for life
Don't squash my beef ****
That new year new car
Jewelry same me ****
And I ain't hurt
I ain't even worried I ain't see ****
That uptown out to Newburg EST ****
The streets the streets
The ************* streets
A lot of niggas hate you
But them niggas ain't me
Yeah the streets the streets
The ************* streets
A lot of niggas hate you
But them niggas ain't me
Streets
Streets
Streets
