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Love For The Streets歌词完整版
作词 : Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
作曲 : Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
[Intro
(Mari Beats, turn me up)
(Damn, Yak)
Yeah
(Dun Deal on the track)
Streets raised me, streets paid me
****ed my first ***** in the hood up on the bed, seven years old, ha
[Chorus
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with thе streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in lovе with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus
New AMG (AMG)
Fours on the feet (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's time to eat (Count it)
Bon appétit (Yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (Where you at?)
Then fell asleep (**** that *****)
Countin' G's (Yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (Yeah, yeah, hold up)
[Verse 1
I could give a damn about a *****, man, you know me (*****)
**** her for three days, then dump her next week (*****)
Had your ***** rollin' blunts in my passenger seat (*****)
Saved by the bells like I'm mother****in' Screech
Came up a lil' different, all of my friends was the robbers (My nigga 'nem)
Bust ten million down and split that **** up with my partners (Uh)
Fifty thou-wow, all blues in my Balmain joggers (Racks)
My favorite car is my Chevelle and my side ***** a doctor (Woo)
Ridin' with my rifle, uh, right hand on the Bible (I swear)
That ***** ******* was whack as ****, remind me of Blac Chyna (Ha)
First, you get the money (Then what?), then you get the power (Okay)
Yeah, that *****, she fine as ****, but she snortin' powde
[Chorus
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus
New AMG (AMG)
Fours on the feet (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's time to eat (Count it)
Bon appétit (Yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (Where you at?)
Then fell asleep (**** that *****)
Countin' G's (Yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (Yeah, yeah, hold up)
[Verse 2
You know me, lemon tree in a Russian cream (Damn)
Pour up three in a cream soda, I love lean (Damn)
Doctor King with the P's, *****, I had a dream (Damn)
Bags of weed boomin' on my street just like kis (Boy)
She a freak, she gon' pull right up, jump on this D (Skrrt)
Boy, you weak, nah, I don't speak 'less it's 'bout G's (How much?)
Double C's (Chanel), D and G, or double G's (Gucci)
Nigga, please (What's poppin'?), where you at? I'm in these streets (Ayy)
She a ten (Bad), but she look better on her knees (Woo)
Drink syrup like Henn' (Pour up), I'm in the pen' smokin' weed
My dog in the pen', so I pay all the lawyer fees
Trappin' Memphis 10 (For real), New York for a shopping spree (Ayy)
[Chorus
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
Fell in love with the streets (Yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus
New AMG (AMG)
Fours on the feet (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's time to eat (Count it)
Bon appétit (Yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (Where you at?)
Then fell asleep (**** that *****)
Countin' G's (Yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (Yeah, yeah)
