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timmy & twenny – deep in da streets lyrics

[intro]
a n+gga never play with me, n+gga
f+ck you talkin’ ’bout, n+gga?
on god, i could be whatever on the internet
i could be a ho, i can be broke, i can be a lame
i can be whatever on the internet
but when you see me, n+gga, you gon’ respect it or you gon’ die

[verse 1: timmy blanco & twenny eights]
deep in the streets
i do not f+ck with police
that’s the reason i’m keepin’ the peace
and whenever we ridin’, we dippin’ police
b+tch, i’m really so deep in the streets and my whip not a lease
least i’m not up in the projects
i’m up in the booth and i’m workin’ on projects
b+tch, i’m workin’ on slangin’ and sellin’ narcotics
i’m sorry, lil’ baby, i couldn’t be honest regardless
i don’t see nothin’ beyond us
and we cannot stop where we goin’, we takin’ it there
if you think about bringin’ it here, we not playin’ it fair
the reefer on top of the passenger chair
got stopped by the 12 but they wasn’t aware
talkin’ that sh+t, but you know you not with it
i got some n+ggas ain’t worried ’bout limits
we constantly runnin’ and f+ckin’ up digits
[verse 2: timmy blanco]
i’m in my bag, i’m focused
i pour up all the codeine in my plastic soda (drank)
i get the cash, it’s over
i cannot lie, i’m just makin’ the cash to blow it (me too)
all of my clothing designer, these n+ggas are calling me timmy the fashion nova (what else?)
my b+tches are bad, they know it (ayy)
i didn’t save ’em ’cause i am not that heroic

[verse 3: twenny eights]
and the dirty, i pour all over my liver
can’t f+ck with a diva, i need me a skeezer
i used to serve in the trap
nowadays, i might pull up to you and i make the deliver
n+ggas be talkin’ that da+da+da+da+da
and i’m not a goalie, so why would i keep her?
lately, been switchin’ up all of my sneakers
n+ggas, they b+tchin’ up all for a feature

[verse 4: timmy blanco]
i’m not a regular creature
you don’t believe me, then you can ask one of my teachers
i never sat on the bleachers
i been makin’ bangers and i am so ready to leak ’em
b+tches, they beg me to freak ’em
i tell ’em i’m busy, i only got time on the weekend
shut the f+ck up when i’m speakin’
youngest og, and they feel me, no paraplegic
i cannot ever decide if it clean
i’m mixin’ pineapple fanta with lean
life, it ain’t really as hard as it seems
i know that nothin’ can matter but cream
i get the paper, you know how i go (facts)
these n+ggas runnin’ away with the flow (what?)
t in the crowd goin’ wild at the show
b+tch, you a bird ’cause you move like a crow, yeah
[verse 5: twenny eights]
the roof, i blow, and i do it with pleasure
might circle your block if we lookin’ for treasure
t and today, i’m not feelin’ the pressure
i’m ready whenever, she lovin’ the leather
i got some b+tches and exes ain’t see in a while
they see me on tv, they smile
this sh+t not easy, my n+gga, go ask ’em about me
they tell you it took me some time

[verse 6: twenny eights & timmy blanco]
they tell me to walk ’til i got it
my b+tches exotic, i used to have lint in my pockets
my n+ggas shoot at your chest like a locket
i ran up the bands and i’m makin’ a profit
you cannot see what i’m rockin’, the federal watchin’
they know i got several options
i’m never doin’ no talkin’, if it is a problem
we puttin’ him right in a coffin
i might go make a deposit, i’m focused on profits
as soon as i see it, i cop it
i don’t be doin’ this often, but n+ggas is p+ssy
so why in the f+ck is you barkin’?
all of my clothes be designer
that dolce gabbana be fillin’ up half of my closet
bad b+tch, her p+ssy is poppin’
but after i hit it, i cannot be takin’ her shoppin’
she love the style, the dirty diluted with lime
the muddy polluting my mind
she wanna shine, so she tryna act like she mine
but i’m only f+ckin’ with dimes
hit from behind, the booty was mine
and she probably pull up whatever the time
fiends on my line
i hope that the 12 isn’t watching ’cause that is a federal crime

- timmy twenny lyrics

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