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zaytoven - street cat كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ayy (ayy)
smokin’ on that satellite (man, f_ck these hoes)
yeah, because it smoke right (ffff_beeep)
i’ve done been to the jail, i ain’t tryna go twice (beep)
you crazy on the internet, then why you actin’ so nice? (beep)
i got all this f_ckin’ ice (beep), i can have a snow fight (beep)
droptop down went to ‘deem (beep), and of course, he overlight
(i’m a street n_gga, dog, hoes love my style)
n_ggas white bricks day but i see f_ckin’ cold rice (beep)
(i’m a street n_gga, dog, hoes love my sty_)
ayy, ayy

[verse]
i’m a street n_gga, dog, hoes love my style
i should wrap the lamborghini black and white like a cow
what’s that sh_t up in my pocket n_gga it’s the .40 cal (bow)
they be seein’ a n_gga ballin’ n_gga herе they come to foul
baby momma keep on callin’ she likе, “get your f_ckin’ child”
i’m street n_gga, n_gga, i keep pistols tucked around
he was talkin’ crazy, they like “nah, he was f_ckin’ around”
i got folks here in with me and i’ll make em’ buck you down
i’m street n_gga p_ssy, i ain’t fakin’ for the clout
i got cash but my crazy cousin’ll take you for some pound
and i shoot crowds p_ssy, we’d shank ‘ya for some thou’s
i got blue faces, thottianas, make ’em buss it down
i’m a street n_gga p_ssy, i ain’t payin’ a hoe sh_t
they got cash apps on deck, i ain’t sendin’ hoes sh_t
he a peon ass n_gga, he done sent his ho a d_ck
at his dream girl house with gang in that hoe sh_t
i’m a street n_gga, dog, everybody know that
so a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck
when i got my first gun, i’m like, “i gotta blow that”
i should go back to dough runners and sellin’ dope sacks
i’m street n_gga, n_gga, i ain’t gotta prove that
oh, you tryna prove a point? well, why you gotta do that?
i should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back
i’m street n_gga, n_gga, that was where my school at
i’m street n_gga, n_gga, can you understand me?
you don’t speak engli’? how you say, “rubberband me”?
smokin’ on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene
sosa what the opps on? n_gga, not a d_mn thing
i’m a street n_gga, dog, i don’t love no b_tch
i ain’t talkin’ to that b_tch unless she buy her own sh_t
unless she skrt, skrt, skrt_skrtin’ and riding in her own sh_t
b_tch steady buyin’ me sh_t, i can buy my own sh_t
i’m street n_gga, dog, i was jumpin’ off the porch
i had sprained my f_ckin’ ankle doin’ jumpin’ as a sport
stealin’ granny sh_t, now i’m takin’ nothin’ less a sport
we ain’t talkin’ to these n_ggas they ain’t nothin’ past a dork
i’m a doggy n_gga, baby, i know you love my fit
i ain’t got no b_tch, n_gga, how you f_ck my b_tch?
young street n_gga, dog, two revolvers and a stick
don’t let folks ‘nem hold it, they’ll steal ya f_ckin’ sh_t, ayy (bang)

- zaytoven

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