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young buck – streets sour lyrics

[transcribing]

[verse 1: young dolph]
bought a new prepaid cause my plug said n-gg- it’s back on
this a celebration b-tch, my n-gg- buck back home
my n-gg- yoho wordsmith had that ho blowing up my phone
i told that b-tch i’d give her a thou-wow just to leave me alone
pouring mud, smoking sour
i don’t f-ck with these n-gg-s, they sour
my lil b-tch so bad i treat her like a kid and i give her allowance
yeah she got a fat -ss and speak a different language
i started getting big bread, my family started changing
my n-gg-s started hating
but i don’t give a f-ck i’m countin’ this paper, concentrating
where i’m from everybody selling dope and gang related
i pull up in my trap and take out all of my frustrations
rip pimp c, b-mpin’ pimpulation
[hook: young buck]
i got bills on the floor, clientele at the door
streets sour, i can’t even trust my friends no more
i got money on the floor, i got money on my phone
streets sour, i can’t even trust my family no more
i got bills on the floor, clientele at the door
streets sour, i can’t even trust my friends no more
i got money on the floor, i got money on my phone
streets sour, i can’t even trust my family no more

[verse 2: starlito]
streets sour, smokin’ sour, 30 days, 20 shows
bought a house, cashed out and i ain’t even had a visitor
it’s critical, i be one deep, all my friends invisible
i’m getting it ho, your b-tch she know she pull up, get this d-ck to go
i’m gone, got two spots out of town
and probably won’t answer my phone
if you not copping pounds
be careful catching plays, make sure you not out of bounds
my young n-gg-s wake up out of bed, talkin’ ‘bout lay it down
i got next and now, respect and a check
but these n-gg-s still sour
i’m just cold as a brick and a drought on my wrist and still won’t chill out
called mama and told her i’m making the ville proud

- young buck lyrics

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