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tg 50 - heat in the streets lyrics

[intro]
(trapwave made this sh+t lethal)
i just pulled up, this b+tch know it’s smoke out here
long live my brother, he prolly clapped your punk+ass homie
41 on my wrist, lil’ n+ggas can’t touch this drip
(lil raze, why you so cold? cuz we built that way)

[chorus]
they like “d+mn 50, how the f+ck you still movin’?”
i know some punks wish they had me booked, they hate my return
foenem rolled up with me, left the block in a bulletproof benz
i know an opp got left sideways, lil’ n+gga, i ain’t goin’ soft

[verse]
go
young n+gga wildin’, can’t wife no hoes, but i drop racks, she tryna slime
hair done, nails done, that type of sh+t, she might gеt rich
opp too hard? he get blitzed
switch built in thе whip, lil’ b+tch don’t need to cl!ck
we the reason for a lotta chaos
like v+roc got clipped with a switch, like kilo, he ain’t get his kicks
dead+ass punk left in a back alley
f+ck tr, he was chasin’ that cash, ended up dead
tretre and slide got clapped, both hit before they crashed they whip
skrrt got his lame+ass homie k!lled, tryna use him as a shield
two punks died just for tryin’ to steal
we out for hours, no one safe, ain’t hittin’ no cribs
go
go
my homie died chasin’ a punk, your brother got smoked runnin’ from me
we take what we want, lil’ n+gga, ain’t no mercy
two hats? i got 8, lil’ b+tch
try hop in my whip? you ain’t never caught a fitted
main opp hit in his dome, first snitch gettin’ clapped
long live scoom, we sprayin’ up b+tches
can’t take heat? get the f+ck out the kitchen, lil’ b+tch
i got my name off missions and bodies
f+ck a hoe, i’m married to k!llin’
punk blew his piece, now he a witness
go
go
[chorus]
they like “d+mn 50, how the f+ck you still movin’?”
i know some punks wish they had me booked, they hate my return
foenem rolled up with me, left the block in a bulletproof benz
i know an opp got left sideways, lil’ n+gga, i ain’t goin’ soft

[outro]
i ain’t goin’ soft, lil’ n+gga
i ain’t goin’ soft, lil’ b+tch
i ain’t goin’ soft, lil’ n+gga
free my homie mtv scoom
on foes’ graves, we don’t play
(dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun)
(hahahahahahaha)

- tg 50 lyrics

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