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lil sheik - streets 2 lyrics

[intro]
(this is a jay johnson production)

[chorus]
they say, “sheik, you worth a million”
told me, “go and get your chicken”
took me down to harold’s chicken
they ain’t wanna see me eat
earned my respect up in these streets
say they is, but they ain’t slidin’ when it’s beef
when it’s up, i’m with my n+ggas tryna slide, we four+deep
ayy, bro, let me out right here, know when we slidin’, we on feet
if they outside, somebody dying, we gon’ leave him in the streets
all this money came with problems, i been stressin’ for a week
dropped like 30 out the chop’ bеfore that n+gga got to blink
[verse]
this sh+t real, i ain’t fabricating nothin’
i was broke, turnеd nothin’ into something, got a bag, now they love me
who would’ve ever thought that they’ll change when it got ugly?
now these b+tches see me ballin’, wanna f+ck me
i told this b+tch it’s ugly
if it don’t come with money, i ain’t f+ckin’
boy, this b+tch done lost her mind think i’ma f+ck her for the free, this d+ck ain’t cheap
but i know i can get the p+ssy free ’cause she a freak
and she been blowin’ up my phone all week
i’m tryna get this money, i ain’t tryna be in no relations
her baby daddy hating, i’m just f+ckin’, i ain’t take her
but i do be with the takers, get you stepped on for some paper
somebody should’ve told you, you can’t fonk without no paper
n+ggas crashin’ out, dissin’ me some sh+t you could get smacked about
n+ggas be on live like they outside, but they ain’t really out
stakin’ out his house, i’m tryna see what lil’ bruh about
if he don’t come outside, i might just put a hundred in his house
’cause we ain’t on that reckless sh+t, so miss me with the extra sh+t
she went broke, i had to ex the b+tch
told her it ain’t nothing personal, i’m onto better sh+t
skrrted off up in that ‘cat, she know that money, i got h+ll of it
designer, i got h+lla sh+t
i can wear new drip for ’bout two months
but in this ‘fit, a couple days, i already made like 20+plus
cents what these n+ggas make a month, rollie on me, add it up
i’m in the club, they think i’m from the d, got pointers in my bucks
all i know is run it up, this money, i can’t get enough
it’s some people wanna see me lose, they hate to see me up
but i keep sh+ttin’ on my haters, better luck
i bet this lil’ 19 bag a n+gga up, he think about taking something from us

- lil sheik lyrics

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