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Trouble

Streetz Dry

 

Streetz Dry

(album: The Return Of December 17th - 2013)


[Ca$h Out:]
The streets dry, it's drout time
Call the plugs up, it's clout time
You better put that paper up
Paper get these bitches, ain't no changin up
Big faces, now whip it out
Bitches taste it
They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit

You better have your cook game right, cause in the drout, it'll save you
And I even pimped them hoes, they pay, they do
If a nigga play, I show him what them Ks do
I ain't gotta get fly, four times out the week, Ca$h Out go fly
Ca$h Out stay high, niggas, they paint my tires
They goin hit the hood up, and let the cheques come in my ride
Last week, you was talkin that paper
This week, you done turned to a hater
Nigga, don't forget, I don't take niggas shit
Just got my fam and my clique, only need my bitch

The streets dry, it's drout time
Call the plugs up, it's clout time
You better put that paper up
Paper get these bitches, ain't no changin up
Big faces, now whip it out
Bitches taste it
They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit

[Trouble:]
I pull up, big faces stuffed in all my placks
Big face, holy moly, you can cop it
If you you wanted to, go collect tuition
Money
Hundred out the door, the right of me
Ain't no ride out of site of me
Your bitch pussy, I had some
Told her bring me paper, she ain't have none
Then shauty, you disqualified
With Gotti, I'm the life of the party
Trouble, Ralph and Ca$h Out, you know what that sound like?
Fuckin with Ca$h Out, we keep it tight
My nigga Bird, he keep the camera
I be fuckin niggas bitches, that's why they keep on starin
Xan take me to Mars, bitch

[Ca$h Out:]
The streets dry, it's drout time
Call the plugs up, it's clout time
You better put that paper up
Paper get these bitches, ain't no changin up
Big faces, now whip it out
Bitches taste it
They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit

[Young Ralph:]
Bustin jugs on ya, money like a motherfucker
Just bought a Viper, be runnin like a motherfucker
VVS and bullits, burnin like a motherfucker
Been in the bank, and I'm learnin like a motherfucker
All about my paper, hustler by nature
Turned the struggle to the muscle, nigga, I made it
The streets in a drout, no one got the work
On the road, doin shows, leave my buddy with the work
You want some trouble, nigga, I can call my other niggas
Price on your head, I could buy one of you sucka niggas
Lil nigga, but I'm known to do it BIG
44 a brick, it's cheaper if you holla at me
Juug!

[Ca$h Out:]
The streets dry, it's drout time
Call the plugs up, it's clout time
You better put that paper up
Paper get these bitches, ain't no changin up
Big faces, now whip it out
Bitches taste it
They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit

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