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toohda band$ - flood the streets كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
(funk or die)
alright
yeah

[verse]
this that bag talk, get your paper up
how the f_ck you get to talk when you ain’t made enough?
i just f_ck her like a dog, you just ate it up
i be f_ckin’ model b_tches that you pay to f_ck
‘member i was down, now i’m up, b_tch, we winnin’
duckin’ from the narcs, bendin’ corners, hittin’ fences
baby, keep your focus, eyes steady, on a mission
all my chains on, feelin’ comfy in the trenches
n_gga, what your paper like?
n_ggas always talkin’ heavy, but they paper light
i just gave her syrup d_ck, she wanna stay the night
i told baby gotta go, i’m finna catch a flight
i flew ’em in
bags comin’, bring the movеrs in
hangin’ with the dealers or i’m mobbin’ with my hooligans
how you nеver hit n0body? what you shootin’ then?
burnin’ up the tires, doin’ donuts in the newest benz
my n_gga said it’s on the floor, i told him count me in
how the f_ck is you a boss and you can’t up a ten?
how the f_ck is you the boss and you can’t up a crib?
worth a lot of money in the trenches, that’s just how i live
stop it, you ain’t got no money in your pocket
n_ggas mad when they b_tch talk, i’m the topic
n_gga, what’s the lean price? don’t give a f_ck, i’ma cop it
reachin’ for my chain, 40 punch you like it’s boxin’
ain’t got no morton, where the wockeisha?
don’t do the alcohol and i don’t pop neither
brodie tried to hit a n_gga granny, swear he need a preacher
chrome heart, bouncin’ out the rental lookin’ like the reaper
baby put the p_ssy down on me, put me in a sleeper
i don’t even want your b_tch, she look like jeepers creepers
flood the streets with my bars, i’ma feed the people
my fiend use all utensils, he just need a needle
wealthy on, if it ain’t that, i bet i got vlone
if she ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, tell her leave me ‘lone
these n_ggas tryna bite my swag, i think i got a clone
naw, this is a runtz pack, this is not cologne
you better get your b_tch, bruh, she tryna take me home
she see them f.o.d. chains, this the icy show
i’m an ugly n_gga, but i’m paid, plus she like me, though
she tryna suck my d_ck off, but this your wifey, though
four grams of cookie in a ‘wood mixed with do_si_do
i got this sh_t up in the bag just like a four_for_four
i still’ll slime a n_gga out, i’ll probably cut your throat
n_gga speakin’ on the dead, you know how that sh_t go
[outro]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)

- toohda band

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