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i'm straight - p-lo lyrics

[hook]
girls go crazy when they see me in the club
homies in the hood everywhere they show me love
real to the core i ain’t never been fake
from the burbs to the hood motherf-cker i’m straight
motherf-cker i’m straight, i’m straight, i’m straight
aye, aye, motherf-cker i’m straight
motherf-cker i’m straight, i’m straight, i’m straight
aye, aye, motherf-cker i’m straight

[verse 1: p-lo]
young p-lo, fly like a f-cking nigo
spanish b-tches, but i only speak poquito
aye, they tell me i got [?]
she from out of state so you probably never seen her
see me in the city then i’m probably touching cake
got homies in the town they always moving weight
if you see me in the rich i’m riding around with suzy
i’m in the 925 you know i’m touching booty
i’m in the club popping bottles with my brother rudy
model b-tches, acting like they always knew me
smoking on the loud never smoking on the foofy
young gangster, living life like a movie
i’m trying function, yeah i’m trying to function
couple racks for a beat, tell them bring the bucks in
take a bad b-tch to the room make her cup it
stay strapped up, homie i ain’t with the dumb sh-t

[hook]

[verse 2: show banga]
in the hood you know i’m straighter than an arrow
use to be the bad n-gga on the [?]
pockets getting heavy and your sh-t is getting narrow
please don’t hit my line if it ain’t about denaro
hbk double m we so mother f-cking real though
street -ss n-gga but we dress so f-cking square though
always been a dude i ain’t never been a wetter
my team on the rise and you dudes [?]
and you know a n-gga gotta keep it thoueye
and these b-tches love a n-gga like i’m bow-wow
keep it trill n-ggas we don’t never bow down
new bay, new way, we the sound now
go-getters getting chips in the town now
it’s a guarantee your chick going down now
and it’s your busy bang always run the mary jane
got my own paper so i really can’t complain

[hook]

[verse 3: hollywood keefy]
i’m straight, boy i got no folds in me
no alphabet, g be the code in me
me and p-lo blowing trees like them old hippies
ice cold, and flow, it be so nippy, ugh
throw up greatness, d-ck game racist
k!ll beats, i’m raps rapist
need that head first mommy stick to the basics
she couldn’t wait to meet me i said thanks for your patience
h-wood, in the burbs in the streets
it don’t matter where we at, it’s the same when we meet
real n-gga to the [?], and it’s looking like a is the grade that i’m in
bad b-tches in the building, we praise them just like amen
she choosing on a thug ever since a n-gga came in
young and i’m faded, high and sedated
hood and the brubs, in these streets i done made it

[hook]

- p lo lyrics

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