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t-streets - for the low lyrics

[intro: t+streets]
honorable c note
yes sir
t+streets, bang bang
real n+ggas do real things
what it do, short dawg?
gudda gudda

[verse 1: t+streets]
on the low, dawg, i love the streets
’cause i done made 20 thousand for i brush my t++th
i hit the road, do some shows, smash a bunch of freaks
and tell wayne, i’ll be back in a couple weeks
yeah, it’s t+streets, the young money goon
i’m in the hood, but the album still coming soon
new to rap, but on the block, i’m a veteran
hollar if you looking for some work like a mexican
’cause i got it all, you know who to call
i’m on the grind, til the money longer than a hall
and i keep it winter, spring, summer to the fall
a hundred in a wall, case i bump into the law
[chorus: short dawg]
i got the dope for the low, what’s poppin?
hit a n+gga up, if you tryna go shopping
24/7 on the grind, no stopping
5 in the morning, still they at the door knocking
’cause
i got the dope for the low, what’s poppin?
hit a n+gga up, if you tryna go shopping
24/7 on the grind, no stopping
5 in the morning, still they at the door knocking

[verse 2: gudda gudda]
ok, it’s 5 in the morning, and the fiends still knocking
i ain’t worried ’bout the feds, i got a lawyer like cochran
mama keep asking, when you plan on stopping?
i’m like is an elephant lightweight? i think not
hop up out the bed, with a hot b+tch [?]
the feds is like constipation, how they try to stop sh+t
but i’ma keep pushing, bun b said it best
it’s on me, i’m in my own legue, don’t compare the rest
get my d+ck sucked and count money, then prepare the rest
and wake up and do it again, a hustler at his best
treat the paper like a b+tch, i’m a freak with the money
when i’m sleep, i don’t count sheep, b+tch, i’m counting money

[chorus: short dawg]
i got the dope for the low, what’s poppin?
hit a n+gga up, if you tryna go shopping
24/7 on the grind, no stopping
5 in the morning, still they at the door knocking
’cause
i got the dope for the low, what’s poppin?
hit a n+gga up, if you tryna go shopping
24/7 on the grind, no stopping
5 in the morning, still they at the door knocking
[verse 3: t+streets]
money coming in, i got a bunch to spend
but i’ma let it stack, that’s what i’m better at
it come up short through dice, i ain’t hearing that
you wouldn’t find a cheaper price on the clearance rack
through my teens, i was in the hood moving beans
known as the x man, like wolverine
tell them hurry up and come if they coming
plus i got that powder, johnson and johnson
and i can make it stretch, like giraffe necks
hit up my connect, spend my rap check
now i’m back on deck, so shawty, what the f+ck is up?
it’s bang bang, i’m a hustler, bro, plus

- t streets lyrics

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