Niggas talkin' like they tough, but Them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff, but them Bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's, ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's, ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Bitch, I'm in the D
Parkin' lot, pimpin
Won rings like Pippen
Know I'm tinted', not slippin
Pull up curbside service, bitches Know I'm the man
Niggas muggin' and hatin', but I'm knowin' they fans
Get off, stack it up, re-up, do it again Why these niggas never know
Cause I don't run to my mans
Get a nigga in your business
They gon' f*ck up your plan
Map it out and grind hard
I ain't f*ckin' with chance Chem dog with gelato get as high as I can
Run them numbers like the lotto
I been punchin' them bins
Holyfield in the mall bitch, I need new timbs
Paint job on the Benz finna wax my rims
Yeah, I talk a lot of shit
But it was humble begins
So if a nigga fall off
I can do it again I'd die for my chain
Boy, you need to know that So try to run up on me, bitch
Then you need to blow that
Pussy
Niggas talkin' like they tough
But them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff
But them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's
Ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's, ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Hoppin' out everyday, somethin' new on
Fab 5 every song bitch, I put my crew on
Rollie two-tone, give a f*ck about what you on
The man on my side, ain't shit gon' change
Like curry with a K, I don't need close range
I was out in Bal Harbor drinkin' free champagne
Me and Rich with the prezzies like we on campaign
Young niggas rock Amiris bitch, this Balmain
Know you niggas rockin' fakes, but that ain't my game
Niggas rockin' glass stones, but that ain't my chain
Heard your niggas ain't bout it, wouldn't test my gang
And when it's on frontline, niggas know I came
Like, countin' up bands on the scam plot
Send them right to your phone, like, nigga, airdrop
Nigga gettin' out of line, then we make his head rock
NCR, we done told you we the new Death Row
Hoe nigga lookin' shook, what you actin' scared for
Outta town with the glizzy, better let your man know
Talkin' shit up in tootsies like we ain't bring our own poles
Just hatin' we rainin' cause niggas bought the long dough
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
I be tryin' give free game, but them niggas cheap
Tryin' figure how we hangin' out every week
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin', tryin' cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8th's, grippin' nines, round 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin', tryin' cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths , grippin' nines, round 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Smoove Corleone - In Da Streets Lyrics
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Niggas talkin' like they tough, but Them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff, but them Bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's, ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's, ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Bitch, I'm in the D
Parkin' lot, pimpin
Won rings like Pippen
Know I'm tinted', not slippin
Pull up curbside service, bitches Know I'm the man
Niggas muggin' and hatin', but I'm knowin' they fans
Get off, stack it up, re-up, do it again Why these niggas never know
Cause I don't run to my mans
Get a nigga in your business
They gon' f*ck up your plan
Map it out and grind hard
I ain't f*ckin' with chance Chem dog with gelato get as high as I can
Run them numbers like the lotto
I been punchin' them bins
Holyfield in the mall bitch, I need new timbs
Paint job on the Benz finna wax my rims
Yeah, I talk a lot of shit
But it was humble begins
So if a nigga fall off
I can do it again I'd die for my chain
Boy, you need to know that So try to run up on me, bitch
Then you need to blow that
Pussy
Niggas talkin' like they tough
But them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff
But them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's
Ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's, ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Hoppin' out everyday, somethin' new on
Fab 5 every song bitch, I put my crew on
Rollie two-tone, give a f*ck about what you on
The man on my side, ain't shit gon' change
Like curry with a K, I don't need close range
I was out in Bal Harbor drinkin' free champagne
Me and Rich with the prezzies like we on campaign
Young niggas rock Amiris bitch, this Balmain
Know you niggas rockin' fakes, but that ain't my game
Niggas rockin' glass stones, but that ain't my chain
Heard your niggas ain't bout it, wouldn't test my gang
And when it's on frontline, niggas know I came
Like, countin' up bands on the scam plot
Send them right to your phone, like, nigga, airdrop
Nigga gettin' out of line, then we make his head rock
NCR, we done told you we the new Death Row
Hoe nigga lookin' shook, what you actin' scared for
Outta town with the glizzy, better let your man know
Talkin' shit up in tootsies like we ain't bring our own poles
Just hatin' we rainin' cause niggas bought the long dough
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
I be tryin' give free game, but them niggas cheap
Tryin' figure how we hangin' out every week
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin', tryin' cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8th's, grippin' nines, round 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin', tryin' cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths , grippin' nines, round 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff, but them Bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's, ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's, ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Bitch, I'm in the D
Parkin' lot, pimpin
Won rings like Pippen
Know I'm tinted', not slippin
Pull up curbside service, bitches Know I'm the man
Niggas muggin' and hatin', but I'm knowin' they fans
Get off, stack it up, re-up, do it again Why these niggas never know
Cause I don't run to my mans
Get a nigga in your business
They gon' f*ck up your plan
Map it out and grind hard
I ain't f*ckin' with chance Chem dog with gelato get as high as I can
Run them numbers like the lotto
I been punchin' them bins
Holyfield in the mall bitch, I need new timbs
Paint job on the Benz finna wax my rims
Yeah, I talk a lot of shit
But it was humble begins
So if a nigga fall off
I can do it again I'd die for my chain
Boy, you need to know that So try to run up on me, bitch
Then you need to blow that
Pussy
Niggas talkin' like they tough
But them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff
But them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's
Ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin' tryna cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths, grippin' 9's, ridin' 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Hoppin' out everyday, somethin' new on
Fab 5 every song bitch, I put my crew on
Rollie two-tone, give a f*ck about what you on
The man on my side, ain't shit gon' change
Like curry with a K, I don't need close range
I was out in Bal Harbor drinkin' free champagne
Me and Rich with the prezzies like we on campaign
Young niggas rock Amiris bitch, this Balmain
Know you niggas rockin' fakes, but that ain't my game
Niggas rockin' glass stones, but that ain't my chain
Heard your niggas ain't bout it, wouldn't test my gang
And when it's on frontline, niggas know I came
Like, countin' up bands on the scam plot
Send them right to your phone, like, nigga, airdrop
Nigga gettin' out of line, then we make his head rock
NCR, we done told you we the new Death Row
Hoe nigga lookin' shook, what you actin' scared for
Outta town with the glizzy, better let your man know
Talkin' shit up in tootsies like we ain't bring our own poles
Just hatin' we rainin' cause niggas bought the long dough
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
I be tryin' give free game, but them niggas cheap
Tryin' figure how we hangin' out every week
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin', tryin' cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8th's, grippin' nines, round 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Niggas talkin' like they tough, but them niggas sweet
Bitches talkin', tryin' cuff, but them bitches freaks
Smokin' 8ths , grippin' nines, round 4 deep
Bitch, I'm in the streets
Writer: Brandon Beard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid