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yfn lucci - street life lyrics

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ran through 200 grand in the streets i was really in the streets
u know it ain no love in the streets for some reason ion know u know how it be
f-ck competion can’t no one compete
f-ck one b-tch im tryna f-ck 3 big cup so it hold lotta c0ke an lean true story we was all in the streets
my n-gga on the way home free meech n-gga dont want beef come from the streets
really thats all my n-ggas eat really thats all real [?]
walk around vvs all in the street truth or dare boy i dare a n-gga play wit me
f-ck around find the boy skull in the streets yeah not next week
we dont spare a n-gga if he sweet we delete mf ima beast mf
lost a whole lotta thousands in the streets
good grief mf ima teach mf
coming from where i come from coming from where i come from
in the hood everday like a d-mn bomb swear this sh-t get bl–dy like a tampon yeah
hot boy hottest thing under the d-mn sun
this sh-t fly my n-gga d-mn son
forest gump when u see the mf when u see the mf betta d-mn run
all these [?] my n-ggas shooting like the cam on
i f-cked around an put my mans on then he put his mans on then he put his mans on yeah
street life
n-gga what the streets like
how late nights tryna get my cake right n-gga f-ck a street light
n-gga we pipe all in the street lights
gettin money all day every day all out in broad day when u livin this street life
i swear sometimes i dont sleep right make me grab the heat tight i swear im living the street life i gotta keep the heat right
i swear my family gonna eat right thanks to the street life i say street life
n-gga we livin the street life
one thang bout them streets they ain got no love for no n-gga
ain no love for no n-gga i swear ain no love for no n-gga
i grew up in them streets we was some hustlers n-gga
i know a couple of k!llas dont get hit wit no missile
in the hood we some feigns for the dream cash out on pain
if it ain act we dont drink i swear we did when they came
this is my lane please do not enter my lane
i do not owe u a thang its kinda hard to explain
but i did not ask for a thing i put that sh-t in my name
in the streets if u play with a saddle
call them at the corner red dot em
n-ggas in the hood they die bout em
make my own rules u betta abide by em
ion need no juice b-tches love my [?]
may i refuse u know we did what we wanna
know of the good times wit jj an walonna im still in the streets smokin good marijuana yeah

- yfn lucci lyrics

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