Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Life, artist - Kelly Rowland. Album song Talk A Good Game, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Street Life |
| Ooh, lets go my baby daddy |
| Pulling up like aye girl lets go |
| Ooh, see I ain’t pushing that Caddy |
| We never leaving this place |
| Um, it’s so throwed go (so throwed) |
| So throwed (so throwed) |
| So throwed |
| Ooh, the hood ain’t ready |
| It’s the mentality of hate |
| Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go |
| We like to go to school for education |
| But the street life we know don’t write no notes |
| It’s like parole with the time we’re facing |
| Ain’t nobody gon help |
| Tryna survive themselves |
| Easy pops me the pill |
| The name of the game is money |
| The newspaper call it street life |
| The recession eat me alive |
| Tryna get where the breeze is nice |
| So I can breathe |
| Everybody round me tryna get to the money |
| Including me |
| Ooh, my best friend named Abby |
| Be up in and leave like waiter XO |
| Ooh, and she be rolling that fatty |
| And puffing long as it takes |
| Yeah, ‘cause life is so cold (so cold) |
| So cold (so cold) |
| And he’s foes go |
| You’re the truth is her mind ain’t ready |
| For what she got the next day |
| Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go |
| We like to go to school for education |
| But the street life we know don’t write no notes |
| It’s like parole with the time we’re facing |
| Ain’t nobody gon help |
| Tryna survive themselves |
| Easy pops me the pill |
| Mama didn’t raise no dummy |
| Headline reads the street life |
| The recession eats me alive |
| Tryna get where the breeze is nice |
| So I can breathe |
| Everybody round me tryna get to the money |
| (We just tryna get to the money) |
| This for my niggas with them full baby mamas |
| Ceiling full of commas |
| Saving your receipts because she never keep a promise |
| This presidential Rollie don’t make me Obama |
| So don’t judge me by my jewelry please your honor |
| The persona of this dope dealing summertime |
| Top dropper wintertime |
| Fool ain’t fox rocker |
| Wooh! |
| What it be like? |
| It’s just King Pusha and Kelly roll, giving you the street life |
| Brap! |
| Coming from the street life we know it’s letting go |
| We like to go to school for education |
| But the street life we know don’t write no notes |
| It’s like parole with the time we’re facing |
| Ain’t nobody gon help |
| Tryna survive themselves |
| Easy pops me the pill |
| Now the big shit fell here, funny |
| Tell Obama about the street life |
| The recession eat me alive |
| Tryna get where the breeze is nice |
| So I can breathe |
| Everybody round me tryna get to the money |
| Including me |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, |