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Yung Mal

Been In These Streets

 

Been In These Streets

(альбом: Blessed Lil Bastards 3 - 2018)


[Lil Quill:]
Been in the streets (Been in the streets)
Tryna breathe your lights out (Tryna breathe your lights out)
Who that lil' nigga right there? (Who that lil' nigga?)
Throwing threes on Candler (Who throwing threes?)
Fuck 'round and take me a trip out to New York (Trip out to New York)
I don't need the hammer (No I don't need the fire)
Young niggas smoking on cookie, this ain't Newport
Ain't no need for cancer (No I don't need the cancer)
I'm in Manhattan, I'm living fantastic
Paid five hundred cash for my 'fit, I'm not bragging, no
He started bragging, my nigga start spazzing
That one hundred ride from your head to your pinky toe
Jewels on my wet, they so wet, they Atlantic (They Atlantic)
Took all the Bape, now I'm rocking Atlantic
Mama see all of this cash, she gon' panic (All this cash)
A lil' back, we was down bad, now this shit is outstanding

A lil' back, we was down bad, we wasn't having shit
Didn't have no cash for the re', we couldn't pay this shit
Marlo keep talking that bird shit in public
Damn, like why the fuck you even saying shit?
Used to keep dope with the stick where my mans be
Why pay my phone? Now I'm rocking Atlantic
Made the trap come around me, roll the gas in
Damn, like why the fuck bitch tryna pass it? (Nigga, I'm straight)
1'5 'til I'm in the casket (1'5)
1017, all my neck made by Fisher (1017)
Profiling, get your ass whacked
Don't think I'm not with it, got shooters post up in the back
Came up, ain't have this and that (Came up)
Brinks truck, I'm wishing that I couldn't (Brinks truck)
Mom Dukes, why would you say that? (Huh?)
Never mind, I'm finna roll up this weed

And I been in the streets (Been in the streets)
Tryna breathe your lights out (Tryna breathe your lights out)
Who that lil' nigga right there? (Who that lil' nigga?)
Throwing threes on Candler (Who throwing threes?)
Fuck 'round and take me a trip out to New York (Trip out to New York)
I don't need the hammer (No I don't need the fire)
Young niggas smoking on cookie, this ain't Newport
Ain't no need for cancer (No I don't need the cancer)
I'm in Manhattan, I'm living fantastic
Paid five hundred cash for my 'fit, I'm not bragging, no
He started bragging, my nigga start spazzing
That one hundred ride from your head to your pinky toe
Jewels on my wet, they so wet, they Atlantic (They Atlantic)
Took all the Bape, now I'm rocking Atlantic
Mama see all of this cash, she gon' panic (All this cash)
A lil' back, we was down bad, now this shit is outstanding

[Yung Mal:]
All these blue hundreds and shit
These fifties and twenties stacked up, this shit is outstanding
It feel like the richer I get, the more they start hating
I thought it was love but they vanished
Ain't none of this shit get handled
If you wanna go get it, I learned that from Granny
Plugged out on the bar, I don't want no more Xannies
All these racks and I'm rocking Atlantic, got flew to Manhattan
Just was posted, throwing threes on that Candler
Mama called me, said she happy, said she seen me on the camera
We young and we setting the standards
I'm smoking cookie, smell like pimping and Pampers
I'm wearing designer, I got broads in Atlanta
And I been in the street with that stick, tryna breathe your lights out

[Lil Quill:]
Been in the streets (Been in the streets)
Tryna breathe your lights out (Tryna breathe your lights out)
Who that lil' nigga right there? (Who that lil' nigga?)
Throwing threes on Candler (Who throwing threes?)
Fuck 'round and take me a trip out to New York (Trip out to New York)
I don't need the hammer (No I don't need the fire)
Young niggas smoking on cookie, this ain't Newport
Ain't no need for cancer (No I don't need the cancer)
I'm in Manhattan, I'm living fantastic
Paid five hundred cash for my 'fit, I'm not bragging, no
He started bragging, my nigga start spazzing
That one hundred ride from your head to your pinky toe
Jewels on my wet, they so wet, they Atlantic (They Atlantic)
Took all the Bape, now I'm rocking Atlantic
Mama see all of this cash, she gon' panic (All this cash)
A lil' back, we was down bad, now this shit is outstanding

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