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dj burn one - street niggaz lyrics

i’m a street n-gga, dog, everybody knows that
so a hater get smashed, bond money on deck
gave my dog half a brick for a ’73 donk
got that bullfrog yay, cause i know it’s gon’ jump
i’m a real street n-gga, do you understand me?
i’m a walking bankroll, breezy, rubber-band me
red monkeys on my -ss, gucci frames on my face
got that “tony tiger kush,” man, pimpin’ smoke great
every time my phone ring, dog, it’s eighteen-five
only problem that i have is what car i’m gon’ drive
im a real street n-gga, i ain’t never had sh-t
man, this chain ’round my neck cost four or five bricks
i’m a street n-gga, dog, i don’t love no b-tch
i ain’t talkin’ to you, baby, ‘less you buyin’ ten bricks
bought an ’06 lamb’ with the b-tterfly doors
that’s a quarter-million dollars gone, just to pull hoes

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i’m a street n-gga, dog
i’m a street n-gga, dog
you a street n-gga, just like me
i’m a street n-gga, dog
i’m a street n-gga, dog
no industry, i’m in these streets

im a street n-gga, dog, hoes love my swag
and the jacob on my wrist, that’s a drop-top jag
bought a drop-top vette, and a super-bad b-tch
“how much you think you worth?”
’bout 95 bricks
way back in ’94, it was 95 cents
now i’m 95 south, with an r&b b-tch
every time i leave the house, bring at least ten grips
cause it’s two or three stacks just to park my whips
got a small amount of n-ggas, but a large amount of clips
and a blue bent’ coupe same color as the crips
mean mug on my face, n-gga, ain’t nothin funny
60 grand on the jacob, n-gga, time costs money
got a quarter million plate, that’s eighteen blocks
when the cops try to whip me, man, i ain’t gon’ stop
im a real street n-gga, dog, i ain’t gon’ lie
bought a pound of bubba kush, just to get the clique high

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i’m a street n-gga, dog, so i love my whip
car-jack a street n-gga, that’s how n-ggas get k!lled
im a street n-gga, dog, so i love my block
paid a junkie three grand just to wash my drop
street n-ggas love me, and i love street n-ggas
got an out of town trap, come twice a week, n-gga
im an east atlanta vet, man, i ain’t done yet
b-tches standin’ in line just to wipe my sweat
if you make a good count, then you under good check
never beef with street n-ggas, dog, that’s ya best bet
street n-ggas make a college b-tch’s panties so wet
to a project b-tch, i’m the best it’s gon’ get
street n-gga of the year, dog, yeah, that’s me
just to see my wrist twirl, man, it’s eighteen g’s
gucci eatin’ real good, dog, what about you?
im a street n-gga, dog, you a street n-gga too?

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- dj burn one lyrics

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