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nba meeche baby - street lessons كلمات أغنية

[intro: nba meeche baby]
(ayy, meeche baby, huh?)
big guns, big drums, this that real street sh_t
cross the line, you gon’ die, we don’t do no sneak diss
hollows out the chop, make a f_ckboy seasick
talkin’ like a k!ller? we gon’ see if he lit

[chorus: lil’ velo]
(boom, boom!)
street lessons, had to learn ‘em young, ain’t no passes (nah)
30 on my glock, we turn opps into ashes (blrrt)
whippin’ in the kitchen, tryna stretch it like elastic (huh?)
catch a n_gga lackin’, let it rip, it’s automatic (brrrt, bow!)

[verse 1: lil’ velo]
ayy, i was 12 with a switch, i ain’t duckin’ smoke (nah)
12 on my ass, hit the cut, gotta tuck the pole (go)
n_ggas cl!ckin’ up, but i ain’t worried, let the cutter blow (boom)
spin his block again, leave his ass in a thunder roll (bow)
real trap n_gga, turn an ounce into a ho (yeah)
choppa make ‘em dance like he playin’ in a show (ha)
said he ‘bout that sh_t, but he ain’t even up the score (cap)
all my youngins crash, they don’t even need a go (go)
100 shots, out the whip, we gon’ let it pour (brrt)
if he ain’t dead, spin again, we gon’ up some more (boom)
mama told me chill, but i’m stuck up in that mode (for real)
bodies on my mind, demons talkin’ to my soul (uh)
i can’t let ‘em slide, on my side it’s f_ck the foes (f_ck ‘em)
if he talkin’ reckless, leave his brains on the road (bow)
[chorus: lil’ velo]
(boom, boom!)
street lessons, had to learn ‘em young, ain’t no passes (nah)
30 on my glock, we turn opps into ashes (blrrt)
whippin’ in the kitchen, tryna stretch it like elastic (huh?)
catch a n_gga lackin’, let it rip, it’s automatic (brrrt, bow!)

[verse 2: nba meeche baby]
p_ssy n_gga said my name, now his mans gone (huh?)
f_ck a opp mama, leave her cryin’ with a headstone (boom)
we be outside with them choppas, get the red zone (yeah)
told my youngin, “bust his head,” he ain’t head home (blrrt)
f_ck a diss song, n_gga, come and drop a body (b_tch)
223s, rip through his flesh like it’s origami (brrt)
talkin’ tough on insta, we gon’ catch him in the lobby (huh?)
put a 50 on the glock, make it sing like roddy (bow)
i ain’t never ran, stand on 10 in the battlefield (yeah)
n_ggas know what’s up, ain’t no talkin’, we just grab the steel (blrrt)
how the f_ck he trappin’ when his pockets lookin’ mad for real? (huh?)
how the f_ck he steppin’ when his gang ain’t even down to k!ll? (b_tch)
f_ck a record deal, b_tch, i really came from dealin’ packs (facts)
b_tch, i’m really him, every block i touch, i make it slap (boom)
n_gga played dumb, now his face all up on the map (blrrt)
ridin’ with that sh_t, we send his soul where the angels at (bow)

[verse 3: nba meeche baby]
put a bounty on his head, watch my youngin’ take the charge (boom)
catch a n_gga slippin’, leave his brains up on the yard (blrrt)
hundred in the k, this b_tch spittin’ like it’s barred (bow)
we ain’t duckin’ smoke, send a p_ssy up to mars (huh?)
walk down, close range, make sure that he finished (boom)
glizzy on my hip, got me feelin’ like a menace (blrrt)
all these n_ggas hoes, they ain’t really in the trenches (cap)
if i catch ‘em lackin’, let it blow, no forgiveness (b_tch)
i been trappin’ hard, servin’ junkies by the load (yeah)
playin’ with my money, leave a n_gga in the cold (bow)
we ain’t showin’ mercy, all these opps gotta go (blrrt)
caught him at the light, up the glock, let it blow (boom)
i ain’t never switch, i was built for the war (huh?)
playin’ with my brothers, we gon’ send ‘em to the lord (bow)
p_ssy n_gga scared, got him hidin’ in the store (facts)
ain’t no talkin’ out, we gon’ even out the score (blrrt)
[chorus: lil’ velo]
(boom, boom!)
street lessons, had to learn ‘em young, ain’t no passes (nah)
30 on my glock, we turn opps into ashes (blrrt)
whippin’ in the kitchen, tryna stretch it like elastic (huh?)
catch a n_gga lackin’, let it rip, it’s automatic (brrrt, bow!)

[outro: nba meeche baby]
(ayy, meeche baby, huh?)
f_ck a opp, we gon’ drop ‘em, put his name up in the wind (blrrt)
if he talkin’ on my name, best believe he meet his end (boom)
we ain’t squashin’ sh_t, once it’s up, it’s stuck again (huh?)
street lessons, n_gga, this the sh_t that never end (bow!)

- nba meeche baby

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