| Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out
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| Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out
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| If anything, I have more respect for you bitches
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| Nigga, you a bitch, we don’t shoot and miss (Nah)
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| Glock-19 unfold and it spit out
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| Double R underneath the door when I get out
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| Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out
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| How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you still out?
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| Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout
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| Every show I get either packed or it sell out
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| I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
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| Know a nigga mad, he can’t even put a hit out
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| Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on
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| Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that’s her theme song
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| I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone
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| No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain’t even have a ringtone
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| Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
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| We just fuck around, we don’t date
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| I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
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| And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
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| I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
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| Then I took off, I ain’t have no other option
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| I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
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| I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen
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| Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again
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| I don’t throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I’m a man
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| Million cash in the book bag, I’m a big dog
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| Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I’m Chris Paul
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| Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off
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| I was gettin' head, fucked around and I dozed off
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| Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out
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| Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I’m the chosen child
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| Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
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| We just fuck around, we don’t date
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| I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
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| And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
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| I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
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| Then I took off, I ain’t have no other option
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| I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
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| I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen
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| Safe deposit boxes on fleek
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| And my bank account, I don’t touch it, I’ma get it out the street
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| Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap
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| And she know I’m havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth
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| Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep
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| Kept it real and they be cappin', really you can’t compete
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| I spend it all on bullets, niggas don’t wanna beef
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| Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT
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| I ain’t playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play with me
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| Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z
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| Got some homies on the yard I probably’ll never see
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| If the money was the issue I promise they’d be free
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| They was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast
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| Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece
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| Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street
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| I’m too humble for 'em, guess that’s why they thinkin' I was sweet
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| Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
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| We just fuck around, we don’t date
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| I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
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| And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
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| I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
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| Then I took off, I ain’t have no other option
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| I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
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| I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Word On The Street , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album Street Gossip, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп