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      Streets Don't Love You

      Streets Don't Love You

      A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

      Album: Artist 2.0

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      A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Streets Don't Love You Música y Letra

      I was there and I ain't never...
      Yeah, yeah
      I was hurtin'
      But I ain't need you
      Streets never, mhm
      Streets don't love you, they'll turn their back on you
      Streets don't love you, they will turn their back on you
      They'll turn their back on you
      Streets don't love you, they killed Quado
      Streets don't love you, they killed Beasty
      Let my niggas come home tomorrow
      Don't just let them see me on TV
      Let my niggas up out that you know
      You don't even know how I be thinkin', that shit crazy
      Not my broski, no, not my bros, yeah
      Let my niggas come home tomorrow
      Free V12, yo
      I remember when we was like twelve, we went through hell, yo
      Back when niggas was gettin' they Biggies and they Pelles took
      Bitches used to curve me, used to swerve me, nigga, now look
      They ain't never want me, now they askin' to get they nails done
      I know I smell like dope, they gassin' me, tellin' me I smell good
      Passin' me the pussy, I passed it to my homie real quick
      Audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck
      The audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck
      Your ass is lookin' fat, them Fashion Nova jeans look real good
      I'm glad that I came up 'cause I ain't know where I would end up
      The thirty clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo
      And niggas act so tough
      But I just swear they don't wanna start, though
      Let me tell you 'bout this young nigga from the Bronx, though
      Everybody want his head, but nobody had his heart, though
      Robbin' everybody like he don't believe in karma
      Somebody told the feds what he did, they lined him
      Told 'em where that nigga lived, yeah, they really lined him
      He still sleepin' at his crib like fuck it if they find him
      Price is on his head 'cause he hit a oppa
      Money on his head got him movin' wiser
      Hoodie on his head, they wanna pin his poncho
      Pulled up to the crib, he livin' wit' his moms though
      But they don't even care, they like, "Hit 'em all up"
      His eyes turned red and his fists balled up
      Voices in his head sayin', "Kill them all," but
      Bullets hittin' glass, goin' through the walls, oh
      All he heard was screamin', he feel like his time's up
      He ain't have no time to go reach for a glove
      He just grabbed the pump, start squeezin' at the door
      But then he seen his moms laid out on the floor
      He dropped down to his knees, head high to the Lord
      Ain't the type to cry, but his mom, he really loved
      Tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood
      He wishin' it won't hurt, but he cried 'cause it does
      Then he put his own pump right to his mouth
      Like nah-nah-nah
      Yeah, nah-nah
      Like nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
      Nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

      A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Streets Don't Love You Música y Letra





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