Streets ft. Mick Jenkins Lyrics

It's Yinka Bernie yeah

Uh Uh Uh

Uh Uh Uh

Uh Uh Uh

I dun told my bros

That she for the streets

I dun told my bro

I dun told my bros

That she for the streets

I dun told my bro

Oh what you talk about

It's Yb

New Michael Jackson

New flow

Its a bit melodic

Vertical tall

Like i'm Wembanyama

Oh what you talk about

Drip too clean

We don't need a stylist

Fashion week

Imma head to paris

December time chill

Make we head to naija

Mapouka (love the way she dance)

Bonita

She mamacita

Aflukeway

I dun told my bros

That she for the streets

I dun told my bro

I dun told my bros

That she for the streets

I dun told my bro

Told me she can't be tamed

I wouldn't have made those claims to a nigga like me

Rained it, baby, big game

I just wanna pull your slate

Do your legs the same

Pain feel great when it came by way at a peak

Lips separated, can't speak

Getting elevated, burning limber, banging with the teeth

Wood wasn't trying to plug no leaks

I don't wanna ride your waves

Just to crash on a reef, no beach, got sand, no

I would hear about it too late, no Van Gogh

She was already gone, knew I was already known

I could feel the weight of it, not a single barbell is on, nigga

We was on a bar in the street, leave without a peep on me. Ho!

I dun told my bros

That she for the streets

I dun told my bro

I dun told my bros

That she for the streets

I dun told my bro

Mapouka

Bonita

She mamacita

Aflukeway