Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sidewalk, artist - Jucee Froot. Album song Black Sheep, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Sidewalk |
Jucee |
Hitmaka |
(Nonstop) |
These niggas sidewalk, they ain’t street |
These niggas ride dick way better than me |
These niggas pillowtalkin' with the freaks |
How you a boss ridin' 'round with your tank on E? |
Huh, hoe don’t try me bitch, this that body shit |
Body, body shit, your life, I buy that shit |
Hoe don’t try me bitch, this that body shit |
Body, body shit, your life, I buy that shit |
Say they street, but they no wear street |
Hit your block, get there on the Henny |
She gon' turn into a- |
There some racks up on they jacket man |
Pull up, they gon' Jackie Chan |
Bitches want no smoke with me |
I beat them like they anime |
Niggas be talkin' like hoes |
I keep K like goals, I got no internet |
Bitch I’m smokin' O’s, heard you rollin' rolls |
These brothers on drug shit |
Do another lap, the way I run shit |
I’m too fresh, it’s no mint |
Bitch I bomb, make a forfeit |
Heard I’m in your mouth, wear your throat bitch? |
Wait a minute, hold up |
Ride the beat like motor |
Why you flexin' on the 'Gram? |
Know that whip all on her |
Why you actin' like you’re tough? |
Call 'em, we gon' get up took |
If you run, he’ll get 'em boy |
Catch 'em, we gon' get 'em ran |
These niggas sidewalk, they ain’t street |
These niggas ride dick way better than me |
These niggas pillowtalkin' with the freaks |
How you a boss ridin' 'round with your tank on E? |
Huh, hoe don’t try me bitch, this that body shit |
Body, body shit, your life, I buy that shit |
Hoe don’t try me bitch, this that body shit |
Body, body shit, your life, I buy that shit |
You got a revolver, bitch I’m playin' with drago |
Got that sauce like pasta, you know we be mayo' |
Bitch I’m bein' a monster, smash shit up like KO |
Heard you talkin' to your army, I’m goin' get the case closed |
Got that juice, we got it sleepin', caught it like a ribbon |
Ass so fat, so deep, these goes offended |
Beats hotter than the kitchen, get the heat up, brought the milli |
You wipe your nose, I heard you sniffin' |
Wike his nose then he gettin' in there, ay |
Wait a minute, hold up |
Ride the beat like motor |
Why you flexin' on the 'Gram? |
Know that whip all on her |
Why you actin' like you’re tough? |
Call 'em, we gon' get up took |
If you run, he’ll get 'em boy |
Catch 'em, we gon' get 'em ran |
These niggas sidewalk, they ain’t street |
These niggas ride dick way better than me |
These niggas pillowtalkin' with the freaks |
How you a boss ridin' 'round with your tank on E? |
Huh, hoe don’t try me bitch, this that body shit |
Body, body shit, your life, I buy that shit |
Hoe don’t try me bitch, this that body shit |
Body, body shit, your life, I buy that shit |