Street Love ft. Smokiecoco Lyrics

Can I get that street love

I don't wanna rush

Tell me that it's something

But I feel its not enough

I want that street love

I don't wanna run

Show me that at you love me

Without telling me you love

Can I get that street love

I don't wanna rush

Tell me that it's something

But I feel its not enough

I want that street love

I don't wanna run

Show me that at you love me

Without telling me you love

Yo Riley

Let us tell you about this girl man

Look, my girl's a girly girl,

Flirty girl,

Gotta wife her early girl,

And I ain't her type,

But she might like her men curly girl,

Looking first class,

Loving on me like Jack Harlow,

My boys all looking out for Barbies,

And now my girl looking like Margot,

We'll have a week of

Food, dreams, sex, and conversation,

Caught in street love,

Only the biggest fools love with hesitation,

Her eyes are the leafiest tone,

Hair shine like silk over gold,

She making offers that I can't refuse,

She like Don Corleone,

But home, I'll be there,

She's dressed to the nines,

Looking like a 10.5 out here in streetwear,

You should see her sheetwear,

They call her met-baller, shot-caller,

I call her ride or die

Now the girls ain't surprised,

It's Middy, Riley, and I.

Can I get that street love

I don't wanna rush

Tell me that it's something

But I feel its not enough

I want that street love

I don't wanna run

Show me that at you love me

Without telling me you love

Can I get that street love

I don't wanna rush

Tell me that it's something

But I feel its not enough

I want that street love

I don't wanna run

Show me that at you love me

Without telling me you love