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• Street Shit • | by Styles P feat. Sheek Louch
What my hood at with them red and blue flags
What that good at, so buy tell em rats to come up front
Hell at the club no woman smoke my blunt

Go money green weed green hood hard black
Never let me see where you live, where you pop that
Never let em know how you ge tit just wash that
Never let the [?] go squash that
You can shoot it out
I'm going piece enough if you was in jail
I will make you give your snickers up
'Cause I'm loless and I'm [?] 44 make livers look like [?]
As you see fool [?] sleep with them
I don't trust no nigga I don't eat with em
Matter of fact I'm a keep it strip with em
I don't like the style, I don't' even speak with em
I keep the G front the [?] going
Real go get it [?] in my shit blow
You don't wanna get the shit blow
I got the whole you don't' wanna get the shit [?]

(Hook:)
What my hood at with them red and blue flags
What that good at,
With them vanelas well that sticky
With my right hand man with the blibky
Somebody tell em [?] rats to come up front
Hell at the club no woman smoke my blunt
Bitch this ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
This street shit fuck the niggas [?]

She's never gonna be another
Shot the wolrd in her face [?]
Clip on [?] each other now everybody wanna listen to the G.
Funny I wanna play watching getting to the brick
20 thousands when I land just to listen when I [?]
He my wing somewhere be like [?] got me high high like [?]
That's why I'm a shades on used to be alone when you [?]
I talk by via [?] that means more bitches more haters on my [?]
But I don't go back [?] ping pong [?] like Avon ding dong
Me and my [?] pop them things off when you block the [?]
[?] we pop click on amazing [?]
If you complain a bigger picture than you
[?] pain in

(Hook:)
What my hood at with them red and blue flags
What that good at,
With them vanelas well that sticky
With my right hand man with the blibky
Somebody tell em [?] rats to come up front
Hell at the club no woman smoke my blunt
Bitch this ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
This street shit fuck the niggas [?]

Bang like them white boys [?]
Hot to spin on your [?] this shit
My Cadillac is [?] bling for them [?] one for the process
Before the [?] objects
Make it clear with them porto spring
I'm [?] 'cause I hear it before the ring
I'm bitchy with my gun 'cause I'm here before the ring
In the hood I'm amused [?]
Sticking in the [?] let me get in the [?]
Crown thing with the corn [?]
Add it in the coop attracted [?] get it in with the [?]
So match it the news [?] will have it
To this way too late the [?] on your shoes

(Hook:)
What my hood at with them red and blue flags
What that good at,
With them vanelas well that sticky
With my right hand man with the blibky
Somebody tell em [?] rats to come up front
Hell at the club no woman smoke my blunt
Bitch this ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
This street shit fuck the niggas [?]
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