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word on the street - lil' baby lyrics

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word on the street, they got a little bitty hit out
really ’round atlanta, i can make a n-gg- get out
if anything, i got mo’ respect for your b-tch
n-gg-, you a b-tch, we don’t shoot and miss
glock 19, 9-4 and it spit out
double r underneath the door when i get out
touchin’ on my fans, had to tell the bro to chill out
i done f–ked your whole gang, down the road and you still out
undercover rat, p-ssy n-gg-, you a sellout
every show i get, either packed, or it sell out
i’ve been ballin’ hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
know a n-gg- mad, he can’t even put a hit out
middle of the winter, drop-top with a mink on
bad little thot, yeah, she say that’s hertheme-song
i done made a whole million dollars off a flip-phone
no soulja boy, that b-tch ain’t even have a ring tone

skinny mike amiri’s like i skate
we just f–k around, we don’t date
i went straight up to the mall, so they hate
and i got a lotta cars, they all on the d-ck

i was at the bottom, literally, i was boxed in
then i took off, ain’t have no other option
i was too gone, now a n-gg- just pop sh-t
i was in j-pan, buyin’jewelry up and blowin’ yen
call overseas, tellin’ youngin to spin again
i don’t throw rocks and hide my hand
’cause i’m a man
mean cash in a book bag, i’m a big dog
threw my shot at any n-gg- b-tch
i think i’m chris paul
sippin’ all these meds, a n-gg- gotta be throwed off
i was gettin’ head, f–ked around and i dozed off
rolls royce truck, crank it and let the nose out
everything i say, i went did it, boy i’m the chosen child

skinny mike amiri’s like i skate
we just f–k around, we don’t date
i went straight up to the mall, so they hate
and i got a lotta cars, they all on the d-ck

i was at the bottom, literally, i was boxed in
then i took off, ain’t have no other option
i was too gone, now a n-gg- just pop sh-t
i was in j-pan, buyin’jewelry up and blowin’ yen

safe deposit box is on fleek
and my bank account i don’t touch it
i’ma get it out the street
got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap
and she know i’m having money, buy her some t-tties and some teeth
catchin’ two flights every day, the only time we get some sleep
kept it real and they be cappin’, really, you can’t compete
i spend it all on bullets, n-gg-s don’t wanna beef
got a d-boy swag, pull up srt
ainl playin’ with n-body, n-body don’t play with me
got a driver for my car, he take me from a to z
got some homies on the yard, i probably1! never see
if the money was the issue, i promise they’ll be free
they was sleeping on me bad
they f–k around woke up a beast
switch it up, i went romantic
took my shorty out to greece
every city that i go to, gotta link up with the street
i’m too humble for ’em
guess that’s why they thinkin’ i was sweet

skinny mike amiri’s like i skate
we just f–k around, we don’t date
i went straight up to the mall, so they hate
and i got a lotta cars, they all on the d-ck

i was at the bottom, literally, i was boxed in
then i took off, ain’t have no other option
i was too gone, now a n-gg- just pop sh-t
i was in j-pan, buyin’jewelry up and blowin’ yen

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