| Ooh, lets go my baby daddy
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| Pulling up like aye girl lets go
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| Ooh, see I ain’t pushing that Caddy
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| We never leaving this place
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| Um, it’s so throwed go (so throwed)
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| So throwed (so throwed)
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| So throwed
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| Ooh, the hood ain’t ready
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| It’s the mentality of hate
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| Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go
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| We like to go to school for education
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| But the street life we know don’t write no notes
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| It’s like parole with the time we’re facing
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| Ain’t nobody gon help
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| Tryna survive themselves
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| Easy pops me the pill
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| The name of the game is money
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| The newspaper call it street life
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| The recession eat me alive
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| Tryna get where the breeze is nice
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| So I can breathe
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| Everybody round me tryna get to the money
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| Including me
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| Ooh, my best friend named Abby
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| Be up in and leave like waiter XO
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| Ooh, and she be rolling that fatty
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| And puffing long as it takes
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| Yeah, ‘cause life is so cold (so cold)
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| So cold (so cold)
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| And he’s foes go
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| You’re the truth is her mind ain’t ready
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| For what she got the next day
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| Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go
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| We like to go to school for education
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| But the street life we know don’t write no notes
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| It’s like parole with the time we’re facing
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| Ain’t nobody gon help
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| Tryna survive themselves
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| Easy pops me the pill
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| Mama didn’t raise no dummy
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| Headline reads the street life
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| The recession eats me alive
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| Tryna get where the breeze is nice
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| So I can breathe
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| Everybody round me tryna get to the money
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| (We just tryna get to the money)
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| This for my niggas with them full baby mamas
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| Ceiling full of commas
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| Saving your receipts because she never keep a promise
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| This presidential Rollie don’t make me Obama
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| So don’t judge me by my jewelry please your honor
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| The persona of this dope dealing summertime
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| Top dropper wintertime
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| Fool ain’t fox rocker
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| Wooh! |
| What it be like?
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| It’s just King Pusha and Kelly roll, giving you the street life
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| Brap!
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| Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go
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| We like to go to school for education
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| But the street life we know don’t write no notes
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| It’s like parole with the time we’re facing
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| Ain’t nobody gon help
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| Tryna survive themselves
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| Easy pops me the pill
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| Now the big shit fell here, funny
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| Tell Obama about the street life
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| The recession eat me alive
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| Tryna get where the breeze is nice
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| So I can breathe
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| Everybody round me tryna get to the money
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| Including me
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Life , by - Kelly Rowland. Song from the album Talk A Good Game, in the genre R&B