Lyrics High Street Kid - Mostack

High Street Kid

Posted on the High Street
Yeah that’s my gutter
In my bed with a bad B
But thou shall never trust her
We can break some bread though
You can break my bed hoe
Try ask for head, no
I turn this to a passa
Chilling, we the baddest
Yeah we the baddest
We some drillers like mechanics
No, now don’t panic now
We just got these weapons for protection
I show the money love and affection
Menace, that’s my savage
Confiscate ya 10 pound
He wants to rob the rappers
But he can’t, they’re my friends now
Left home sober, came home mashup
Told my ex that it’s over
What’s she talking bout, «catchup?»
My bruddas got the knife outside
And he’ll use it
Don’t come if he says «come outside»
Cause that’s stupid
Linkup with my bro
And now we’re posted on high road
We hit the back roads if its 5−0
Posted on the High Street
Yeah that’s my gutter
In my bed with a bad B
But thou shall never trust her
We can break some bread though
You can break my bed hoe
Try ask for head, no
I turn this to a passa
Thou shall never trust her
Always wear a rubber
Thou shall never ever choose a hoe against your brother
Thou shall never do
But if you do, you’re a sucker
Suck your mother
I told them man hush up
Told them that bare time
I left my manners in the place I left my hair line
High Street Kid
Baby girl, I’m a rare type
I only see my boo-boo in my spare time
I know ya here right
Posted on the High Street
Yeah that’s my gutter
In my bed with a bad B
But thou shall never trust her
We can break some bread though
You can break my bed hoe
Try ask for head, no
I turn this to a passa
Posted on the High Street