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a boogie wit da hoodie - streets don't love you كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i was there and i ain’t never…
yeah, yeah
i was hurtin’
but i ain’t need you
streets never, mhm
streets don’t love you, they’ll turn their back on you
streets don’t love you, they will turn their back on you
they’ll turn their back on you

[verse]
streets don’t love you, they k!lled quado
streets don’t love you, they k!lled beasty
let my n-ggas come home tomorrow
don’t just let them see me on tv
let my n-ggas up out that you know
you don’t even know how i be thinkin’, that sh-t crazy
not my broski, no, not my bros, yeah
let my n-ggas come home tomorrow
free v12, yo
i remember when we was like twelve, we went through h-ll, yo
back when n-ggas was gettin’ they biggies and they pelles took
b-tches used to curve me, used to swerve me, n-gga, now look
they ain’t never want me, now they askin’ to get they nails done
i know i smell like dope, they g-ssin’ me, tellin’ me i smell good
p-ssin’ me the p-ssy, i p-ssed it to my homie real quick
audacity to ask me ’bout the b-tches that i still f-ck
the audacity to ask me ’bout the b-tches that i still f-ck
your -ss is lookin’ fat, them fashion nova jeans look real good
i’m glad that i came up ’cause i ain’t know where i would end up
the thirty clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo
and n-ggas act so tough
but i just swear they don’t wanna start, though
let me tell you ’bout this young n-gga from the bronx, though
everybody want his head, but n0body had his heart, though
robbin’ everybody like he don’t believe in karma
somebody told the feds what he did, they lined him
told ’em where that n-gga lived, yeah, they really lined him
he still sleepin’ at his crib like f-ck it if they find him
price is on his head ’cause he hit a oppa
money on his head got him movin’ wiser
hoodie on his head, they wanna pin his poncho
pulled up to the crib, he livin’ wit’ his moms though
but they don’t even care, they like, “hit ’em all up”
his eyes turned red and his fists balled up
voices in his head sayin’, “k!ll them all,” but
bullets hittin’ gl-ss, goin’ through the walls, oh
all he heard was screamin’, he feel like his time’s up
he ain’t have no time to go reach for a glove
he just grabbed the pump, start squeezin’ at the door
but then he seen his moms laid out on the floor
he dropped down to his knees, head high to the lord
ain’t the type to cry, but his mom, he really loved
tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood
he wishin’ it won’t hurt, but he cried ’cause it does
then he put his own pump right to his mouth

[outro]
like nah-nah-nah
yeah, nah-nah
nah-nah-nah-nah
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
no
no-no-no-no-no
no-no
like nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
oh-oh
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
woah-oh
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
nah-nah
nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
nah-nah-nah-nah
yeah

- a boogie wit da hoodie

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