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zaytoven - street cat lyrics

[intro]
ayy (ayy)
smokin’ on that satellite (man, f+ck these hoes)
yeah, because it smoke right (ffff+beeep)
i’ve done been to the jail, i ain’t tryna go twice (beep)
you crazy on the internet, then why you actin’ so nice? (beep)
i got all this f+ckin’ ice (beep), i can have a snow fight (beep)
droptop down went to ‘deem (beep), and of course, he overlight
(i’m a street n+gga, dog, hoes love my style)
n+ggas white bricks day but i see f+ckin’ cold rice (beep)
(i’m a street n+gga, dog, hoes love my sty+)
ayy, ayy

[verse]
i’m a street n+gga, dog, hoes love my style
i should wrap the lamborghini black and white like a cow
what’s that sh+t up in my pocket n+gga it’s the .40 cal (bow)
they be seein’ a n+gga ballin’ n+gga herе they come to foul
baby momma keep on callin’ she likе, “get your f+ckin’ child”
i’m street n+gga, n+gga, i keep pistols tucked around
he was talkin’ crazy, they like “nah, he was f+ckin’ around”
i got folks here in with me and i’ll make em’ buck you down
i’m street n+gga p+ssy, i ain’t fakin’ for the clout
i got cash but my crazy cousin’ll take you for some pound
and i shoot crowds p+ssy, we’d shank ‘ya for some thou’s
i got blue faces, thottianas, make ’em buss it down
i’m a street n+gga p+ssy, i ain’t payin’ a hoe sh+t
they got cash apps on deck, i ain’t sendin’ hoes sh+t
he a peon ass n+gga, he done sent his ho a d+ck
at his dream girl house with gang in that hoe sh+t
i’m a street n+gga, dog, everybody know that
so a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck
when i got my first gun, i’m like, “i gotta blow that”
i should go back to dough runners and sellin’ dope sacks
i’m street n+gga, n+gga, i ain’t gotta prove that
oh, you tryna prove a point? well, why you gotta do that?
i should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back
i’m street n+gga, n+gga, that was where my school at
i’m street n+gga, n+gga, can you understand me?
you don’t speak engli’? how you say, “rubberband me”?
smokin’ on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene
sosa what the opps on? n+gga, not a d+mn thing
i’m a street n+gga, dog, i don’t love no b+tch
i ain’t talkin’ to that b+tch unless she buy her own sh+t
unless she skrt, skrt, skrt+skrtin’ and riding in her own sh+t
b+tch steady buyin’ me sh+t, i can buy my own sh+t
i’m street n+gga, dog, i was jumpin’ off the porch
i had sprained my f+ckin’ ankle doin’ jumpin’ as a sport
stealin’ granny sh+t, now i’m takin’ nothin’ less a sport
we ain’t talkin’ to these n+ggas they ain’t nothin’ past a dork
i’m a doggy n+gga, baby, i know you love my fit
i ain’t got no b+tch, n+gga, how you f+ck my b+tch?
young street n+gga, dog, two revolvers and a stick
don’t let folks ‘nem hold it, they’ll steal ya f+ckin’ sh+t, ayy (bang)

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