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N' Da Streets
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LaTodd Ahmad Washington
LaTodd Ahmad Washington
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It was blood in the streets But it wasn't no bullets found Slicing the beat Like it's a turkey fam Try to talk bout the leash Yo little bitch a hound It's a Mac in my sheets I'm getting gully now Cut the throats From the chest I'ma put them boys to rest I'm that nigga that can flex Niggas flexin for a tag Fake ass chains and baguettes You that nigga with a scat You that nigga wit a bag You be looking like a lick Let a nigga try to diss He gon fumble on his bitch Ima just keep a hunnit I'm not tryna fuck with a rubber But still I can't trust it It's like the end of the summer I been with the stoners You not gonna fuck up the motion Stirring the pots like it's grits but it ain't none of this but the shit gonna cop me a Audi Sipping a lot of the ack for my brother locked up and the ones that can get me profit It was blood in the streets But it wasn't no bullets found Slicing the beat Like it's a turkey fam Try to talk bout the leash Yo little bitch a hound It's a Mac in my sheets I'm getting gully now Lex Luger shit ima flex all on these hoes babe 30 centi stick centimeter for promo bbeach hollow mate Lad toke a stick like a musket it's a sniper thing I can't fuck this bitch she got tits Where yo ass babe Whipping wit no rims riding sperry till I graduate Member I waited a min for that time then I struck the bass Ain't no truth in yo eyes you ain't even gotta lie today I can't take no pic to the flash could be assinated One in the dome One of em gone Left em alone Run Ricky go you better go Dance on the pole Dance on the pole Players club girl you a diamond come be my hoe Shots take those to the face Speeding in a vette to a play Stick in my lap not a dick Pause for the ones that might play I been up for hours turn to days Thinking never stressing bout my next Owl pharaoh thoughts Giving rage Bullets tracing back to my neighbor It was blood in the streets But it wasn't no bullets found Slicing the beat Like it's a turkey fam Try to talk bout the leash Yo little bitch a hound It's a Mac in my sheets I'm getting gully now
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