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tj porter - flooding the streets lyrics

[chorus: tj porter]
i ain’t get nothin’ for free
i know these n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin’ with me
new ap, i’m flooding the streets
2019, i’m flooding the streets
you know my n-gg-s is coming with me
you see my n-gg-s, they fronting with me
b-tch, i’m a boss, i was never a leech
i want the money, i’m never gon’ sleep
i ain’t get nothin’ for free
i know these n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin’ with me
new ap, i’m flooding the streets
2019, i’m flooding the streets
you know my n-gg-s is coming with me
you see my n-gg-s, they fronting with me
b-tch, i’m a boss, i was never a leech
i want the money, i’m never gon’ sleep

[verse 1: tj porter]
i ain’t get nothin’ for free
big rolls royce when i come through the street
none of you n-gg-s is f-ckin’ with me
made me a mil’, i was only 18
thinkin’ i’m lyin’, but n-gg-, i swear
ran through a hundred on sh-t that i wear
rocking my jeans anywhere, everywhere
blowing this money ’cause i really don’t care
when i’m with my n-gg-s, we bringin’ them chops out
b-tch, i’m leaning, yeah, i’m bringing the block out
we want the smoke, we don’t care if the cops out
posting up even when n-gg-s not out
call lil’ brodie, he come with the kick
new opp pack and we smoke out the zip
diamonds dance on my body, i’m rich
look at my chain and look at my wrist, yeah, yeah
i had to grind for this sh-t, n-gg-s ain’t give me no handouts
i ain’t got time for this sh-t, n-gg-s ain’t movin’ like my man now
diamonds, they shining and sh-t, n-gg-s straight moving like fans now
booked for a real long time, focused on my career now

[verse 2: calboy]
you know i never can sleep
i’m in the trap, i been there for a week (there for a week)
i poured a four of the drink
i got some fanta, i turned that b-tch pink (i turned that b-tch pink)
i just been whipping the keys
if 12 get to knockin’, put that in the sink, ayy (put that in the sink)
i got a glock with a beam, we totin’ them things
bro, what did you think? (bro, what did you think?)
i been on the grind for the pesos
make a b-tch do what i say so
and the foreign all white like mayo
and i ride with the stick and the bankroll
we can shoot him in the face, that’s case closed
gotta hide from the jakes, i lay low
and a lot of n-gg-s fake, you ain’t bro
and a lot of n-gg-s mad ’cause they broke
i’m tryna stack this cake
you can get popped, you still in my way
know a hundred ways to get paid
b-tch, i been a boss, and i’m havin’ my way
stay the f-ck out of my face
we can’t even talk if you ain’t my gang
when we see him on the block, he a stain
if he play with that bread, then i’m busting his brain

[interlude: calboy]
b-tch, i can’t do nothing for free
that’s what i’m out here working for
and i know you broke as f-ck
hit my jack, got that work, lil’ bro
and this b-tch keep callin’ me
won’t pick up for this worthless ho
i been in the trap all week
i bag it up and serve it whole

- tj porter lyrics

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