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deaf streets - work lyrics

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(verse) [yung nak]

back on that evil
smoking gas like its muf+cking legal
run your pockets whenever we see you
no designer, i’m out in adidas

your designer look nice on my people
running from the law like life got a sequel

city to city, i’m here when you see me
beam on your boy if he talk like he know me
everything tucked, then it’s back to the old me
she ain’t tryna f+ck, send her off to my homie

better off dead if you ever try short me
your momma gon cry if she gave you a rollie

look down my rocket
got the scope, i think my n+gga might pop it
i’m the pope, i bless your lil’ n+gga pockets
chopper ripping through your door, to your couches
b+tch ain’t finna talk, then why is we talking

then it’s back to the projects
sleep with it on me, ’cause these n+ggas watching
back to cz, ’cause these n+ggas been plotting
flipped the xd, had no muf+cking option
sending off shots, if you dont get my logic
b+tch ask for smoke, imma shoot for his noggin
pop, then i’m out, now you muf+cking lost one
d+ck in her throat, ask your boy what’s his problem

(hook)x2 [yung nak]

give me some sp+ce
cannabis smoke in my face
i f+cked that b+tch, and she showed me your place
kick down your door, we don’t make no mistakes
free all the homies that’s locked in the cage. (who?)
burna got too many days
n+ggas is broke, that’s a muf+cking shame
squad is a joke, put your team in a grave

- deaf streets lyrics

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