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street talk - karde lyrics

[verse 1: karde]
(got my n-gga bre, smitty)
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with the mafia
say you finna bust what’s stoppin’ ya
east side n-ggas whats poppin’ cuh, f-ck d-ck riding n-ggas just stop it bruh
came through with bre in the black truck, think we on a trip how we packin’ stuff
iraq sh-t like pakistan, hit ’em in the chest oh that’s your man
not from the middle east but you said i ran, trynna f-ck us up oh that’s yo plan
i’m thinking you probaby need a new one
when my thugs pull up ya whole crew run
my mob roll deep you a shook one
not a game when ya head leakin’ temple run
make moves like wii or a f-ckin’ kinect
to get some weed hit my f-ckin’ connect
gold all in my bezzle, different color charms fruity pebbles
got ya dream girl in ya dream car, that’s a porsche of course i’m a f-ckin’ star
got all the work in the mansion, from ct to la expansion
red bottoms look like my foot bl–dy, turn ya girl out now that b-tch sl-tty
she want want my money, she want this d-ck
a smile and a wave is all she get
she wanted world peace back when i first metta
looked her in the eyes and said you know better
karde why you such an -ssh0l-, bet she still gave me the -ss though
stop it, my profit, is 2 mill, i’m too trill
you n-ggas don’t got sh-t, you just get high and pop pills
shout out to rihanna, word around town she a bad gyal
be my baby mama, in the bed we can burn mad cals
always in some designer clothes, givenchy, versace it’s mine ya know
give two f-cks about a hater, when my iphone ring i’ll see you later
just got back from the caribbean, her spanish friends and they all tens
business with pleasure that’s a bad mix, that’s like a lame n-gga with a bad b-tch
this street talk, this drug talk.. when my thugs talk, its gonna drop

[verse 2: smitty]
it’s bre in this b-tch
stay calm when it come to these f-ck n-ggas
blow up so quick don’t know what hit ya
east coast chillin’ yeah that’s cool with me
fine art off the canon, gold jewelry
ya flow tight but none of y’all n-ggas can fool with me
got my chips all dressed in cheddar
hit ya girl once beat it up then its see you later
she up in the bentley screamin’ “bre bre bend me”
bank roll so large it’ll never go empty
96 to 2013 chanel clean pimp c, and premiere still comin’
bars so cold always got your nose runnin’
it’s nip on mip in all black
flights are silence with these two gs, comin’ on top n-gga can’t you see
game on lock with my n-ggas sgt, told you that we won’t stop with the luxuries
bad red thick b-tch with the diamonds b
rap hood, i’m good for ya take your minerals b
every n-gga wanna talk about the b-tches they f-ck
ya bread really needa to get to start racking up
skinny n-gga well paid get put on the wave
my heart to the ricans, fat -sses my fave
when the money come you know the girls come too
tell dre to let the foreign women come through
nikes on my feet with the bape on the tee
she said my style is street, it’s hustle time no sh-t come free
i street talk to your girl with no i.d
this ain’t the life i live, the dream you gonna see
we armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us
straight up weed no angel dust

- karde lyrics

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