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Correct Streets Sour Lyrics
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Bought a new prepaid 'cause my plug said nigga it’s back on This a celebration bitch, my nigga Buck back home My nigga yoho wordsmith had that ho blowing up my phone I told that bitch I’d give her a thou-wow just to leave me alone Pouring mud, smoking sour I don’t fuck with these niggas, they sour My lil bitch so bad I treat her like a kid and I give her allowance Yeah she got a fat ass and speak a different language I started getting big bread, my family started changing My niggas started hating But I don’t give a fuck I’m countin’ this paper, concentrating Where I’m from everybody selling dope and gang related I pull up in my trap and take out all of my frustrations RIP Pimp C, bumpin’ Pimpulation I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door Streets sour, I can’t even trust my friends no more I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone Streets sour, I can’t even trust my family no more I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door Streets sour, I can’t even trust my friends no more I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone Streets sour, I can’t even trust my family no more Streets sour, smokin’ sour, 30 days, 20 shows Bought a house, cashed out and I ain’t even had a visitor It’s critical, I be one deep, all my friends invisible I’m getting it ho, your bitch she know she pull up, get this dick to go I’m gone, got two spots out of town And probably won’t answer my phone If you not copping pounds Be careful catching plays, make sure you not out of bounds My young niggas wake up out of bed, talkin’ ‘bout lay it down I got next and now, respect and a check But these niggas still sour I’m just cold as a brick and a drought on my wrist and still won’t chill out Buck called and told me I’m making the Ville proud Dolph feel like me Fuck a record deal, I deal loud Lito! I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door Streets sour, I can’t even trust my friends no more I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone Streets sour, I can’t even trust my family no more I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door Streets sour, I can’t even trust my friends no more I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone Streets sour, I can’t even trust my family no more Blowing up my phone beggin', bitch I ain't picking up I got 50 bands flicking up, and plus my pistol sticking up Cocaine in my fingernails, got my name ringing bells Sending pounds in the mail And all my junk is bringing sales Mom was poppin' Xanax bars Playing numbers and wrecking cars I keep taking dope money and putting it on a checking card Niggas hollering throw me somethin' Acting like they don't owe me none' I just told this ho don't let your baby daddy know we comin' All my bitches poor, and they unemployed Get they hair done just for fun and go shoppin' when they bored Smoke so much kush by myself it got me feeling paranoid My money on steroids but I can barely enjoy it I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door Streets sour, I can’t even trust my friends no more I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone Streets sour, I can’t even trust my family no more I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door Streets sour, I can’t even trust my friends no more I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone Streets sour, I can’t even trust my family no more
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