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nickoe - streets hot lyrics

[refrain]
i had tried to stop the trappin’
had my clientele trippin’
now i’m back and i got action
give the streets what they’ve been missin’
you can come and get a box (get a box)
you can come and cop a 50
you can come and get a chicken
in my hood, we got them pigeons

[chorus]
have you ever counted so much paper it had you feelin’ like the feds close? (feds close)
i trap out the morgue, i’m seein’ way too many dead folks (dead folks)
i’m f+ckin’ h+lla pat, these n+ggas flat, these n+ggas dead broke (dead broke)
i’m f+ckin’ up they trap, i got the streets up in a dead boat (dead boat)
huh, streets hot, they say the feds watchin’ (feds watchin’)
you ain’t get that sh+t from me, n+gga, i ain’t worried ’bout it (n+gga, i ain’t worried ’bout it), yeah
streets hot, they say the feds watchin’ (the feds watchin’)
shop with me, my prices cheap, n+gga, you get h+lla profit (n+gga, you get h+lla profit)

[verse 1]
young n+gga stay on go, he do it just ’cause simon said so (said so)
he the type of n+gga need to go to church, the f+ck you scared for? (scared for)
i’m the type of n+gga run up the check even if my leg broke (leg broke)
i’m type of n+gga get high off drank and count the bread slow (bread slow)
come shop with me
got the streets unlockin’, key
from as far as i could see, n+ggas square as they can be
n+gga, far as it can go, i’d rather sell a bow
‘fore i lay up with a ho, i’ll pack up, hit the road
i’m in traffic, they gon’ come
drop my nuts and drive the bums
stack my pennies like a bomb
i made some cake up out of crumbs
i come straight up out the sewer
dog sh+tted like manure
had to do it like i do, treat her like i never knew her
[chorus]
have you ever counted so much paper it had you feelin’ like the feds close? (feds close)
i trap out the morgue, i’m seein’ way too many dead folks (dead folks)
i’m f+ckin’ h+lla pat, these n+ggas flat, these n+ggas dead broke (dead broke)
i’m f+ckin’ up they trap, i got the streets up in a dead boat (dead boat)
huh, streets hot, they say the feds watchin’ (feds watchin’)
you ain’t get that sh+t from me, n+gga, i ain’t worried ’bout it (n+gga, i ain’t worried ’bout it), yeah
streets hot, they say the feds watchin’ (the feds watchin’)
shop with me, my prices cheap, n+gga, you get h+lla profit (n+gga, you get h+lla profit)

[refrain]
i had tried to stop the trappin’ (trappin’)
had my clientele trippin’ (trippin’)
now i’m back and i got action (i got action)
give the streets what they’ve been missin’ (they’ve been missin’)
you can come and get a box (box)
you can come and cop a 50 (50)
you can come and get a chicken (get a chicken)
in my hood, we got them pigeons (got them pigeons)

[verse 2]
i got tris up in my cup, i ran it up, i’m feelin’ rich as f+ck (rich as f+ck)
they ain’t talkin’ lows, ain’t talkin’ trucks, i really don’t give a f+ck (give a f+ck)
i can turn your trap up if it’s slow, n+gga, i could build you up (i’ll build you up)
f+ck them n+ggas trap up
traffic dead, somebody lift him up (lift him up)
i ain’t sellin’ nothin’ but a whole thing, this ain’t the old me (the old me)
i could sit back and let my phone ring, this b+tch gon’ roll, p
we gon’ pull up on the block (block), n+gga, everything good (good)
had to play that old scooter (scooter)
this a hundred band jugg
[chorus]
have you ever counted so much paper it had you feelin’ like the feds close? (feds close)
i trap out the morgue, i’m seein’ way too many dead folks (dead folks)
i’m f+ckin’ h+lla pat, these n+ggas flat, these n+ggas dead broke (dead broke)
i’m f+ckin’ up they trap, i got the streets up in a dead boat (dead boat)
huh, streets hot, they say the feds watchin’ (feds watchin’)
you ain’t get that sh+t from me, n+gga, i ain’t worried ’bout it (n+gga, i ain’t worried ’bout it), yeah
streets hot, they say the feds watchin’ (the feds watchin’)
shop with me, my prices cheap, n+gga, you get h+lla profit (n+gga, you get h+lla profit)

[outro]
yeah, streets hot, they say the feds watchin’
uh, streets hot, they say the feds watchin’
shop with me, my prices cheap, n+gga, you get h+lla profit

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