The Streets Testo
Testo The Streets
Yeah, mhm-mhm-mhm
Ayy, told her no clothes in my bed, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
I don't wanna fuck, 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 fuck with bitches, they ain't worth, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
Bitch nigga me like work, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
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' nigga 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 bitch and was leanin'
I hit the bitch [?]
Ayy, told her no clothes in my bed, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
I don't wanna fuck, 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 fuck with bitches, they ain't worth, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
Bitch nigga me like work, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
Ayy, told her no clothes in my bed, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
I don't wanna fuck, 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 fuck with bitches, they ain't worth, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
Bitch nigga me like work, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
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' nigga 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 bitch and was leanin'
I hit the bitch [?]
Ayy, told her no clothes in my bed, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
I don't wanna fuck, 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 fuck with bitches, they ain't worth, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
Bitch nigga me like work, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets)
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