She For The Streets Lyrics

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Uh uh She For The Streets

Don't intake no veggies she won't some meat

Not calling ya basic ya just a freak

The nerve to be mad when yo nigga cheat

But want me to clap them cheeks!

Uh uh She For The Streets

Cuffing her down so obsolete

A real gon chill sit back and see

She fucking again ain't been a week

She Belong to the Streets!

Here we go again

I done fucked on lil shawty go grab ya friend

Balenciaga and Prada gon make her sin

Don't got a problem when dollars be coming in

She Belong to the Street!

Put it on God and dem

And a lot of shit

She'll ride the dick like a thoroughbred

And that throat game need a scholarship

Mean shit

She insane but that membrane on the dean's list

Freak bitch wit no chill on four pill fiend shit

She gon bust it she gon throw it

For the realist nigga rolling

And she know it that lil pussy potent

Got em losing focus

Shawty street pass her to the brodie

She giving up throaty for a 40

She be bout that action

Put the play in motion and she going

Uh uh She For The Streets

Don't intake no veggies she won't some meat

Not calling ya basic ya just a freak

The nerve to be mad when yo nigga cheat

But want me to clap them cheeks!

Uh uh She For The Streets

Cuffing her down so obsolete

A real gon chill sit back and see

She fucking again ain't been a week

She Belong to the Streets!

She like the way I do her

She say my vibe and presence do something to her

She think that she slick but I'm seeing thru her

That pussy got mileage just like a Buick

But want me to clap them cheeks!

So it's over with

Nothing out of me you get no cents

Didn't take me long to see you wasn't shit

So I sold ya a dream cuz she hopeless

Get up out my face wit that hoe shit

With ya breath smelling like four dicks

Friend called ya out she wasn't joking

Tried to chew some gum it didn't work bitch

She gon bust it for a couple dollars

Hitman umma make her Holla

Toppy sloppy I ain't stop her

Shit sound like she popping bottles

Love it how she never swallow

Stank walk but that pussy clean

Bust that bih just like a chopper

Sent that bih back to to the streets!

Uh uh She For The Streets

Don't intake no veggies she won't some meat

Not calling ya basic ya just a freak

The nerve to be mad when yo nigga cheat

But want me to clap them cheeks!

Uh uh She For The Streets

Cuffing her down so obsolete

A real gon chill sit back and see

She fucking again ain't been a week

She Belong to the Streets!