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goin in - cris streetz lyrics

[verse 1: marc ortiz]

n— looking at me like who could this be
who could that be
hoes think he cool and he think he’s a g
why he think he a g
hat to the back
packing the mack in the back of the jeep
plus his rap is unique
what can i say
wake up and do this sh-t everyday
plus i never replay
i never re write
i make it look easy
so you can recite
show it to ya friends
tell em that ya love me
play these songs so they know why h— wanna f— me
all these h— wanna suck me
always wanna ride out
tell me that they love me till they go back to they hubby
facebook pose holding hands and they hugging
yea i think it’s kinda funny so i get back to the money
can’t take nothing from me
get a n— cheesecake
walk for that b— seen that type of sh-t with puffy
i know its kind of ugly but i’m trying to take nothing
turn that b-tch into something get this m— jumpin
feed a n— grapes while he on the thrown
you know atlanta looking great but he going home
i’m from the sunshine state got me in my zone
it’s usnvrthem what the f— you on
you know a n— been cool as f—
they like who is us
we walking in jays and newest stuff
ya like new as f— if you ain’t knew who we was
we pulling up inside the newest trucks we goin in

[hook: cris streetz]

who could this be
who could that be
yougin’s that’s hustling ducking police
n— its me
roll up my weed
flexing wit ease
know its nothing to g
my team going in in in in in
living in these streets
trying hard not sin sin sin sin sin

[verse 2: cris streetz]

it’s like a job not to rob n—s
like a full time job not to rob n—s
i be all up in ya crib if i’m starving n—
on ya couch with the wolves and we waiting for ya
who could it be
should be no question
making some moves
while them n— be stressing
they baby moms off in the club giving blessings
i’m teaching these suckas they learning they lesson
need some instructions can sell you some sessions
you p-ssy ya need some protection
from g’s like us
think this only music then you got it f-cked up
in the club with my team make a toast to us
us nvr them
in this life know it’s either sink or swim
& i’m looking like phelps
walk in presence get felt
feeling like young tyson with the belt
tko
any f-ck boy running up
looking clean in this all saints
do whatever for the c notes
find it hard trying to have restraint
rolling in a old school
sh-t got no roof
& silent riding shotgun
know you use to the bustas
fronting like they hustlers
but shawty know i’m not one

[hook: cris streetz]

who could this be
who could that be
yougin’s that’s hustling & ducking police
n— its me
roll up my weed
flexing wit ease
know its nothing to g
my team going in in in in in
living in these streets
trying hard not sin sin sin sin sin

- cris streetz lyrics

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