| I had to get it out the mud
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| Had to turn up, nigga no sleep
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| I used to want a hundred bands
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| Now I make a hundred bands in a week
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| I never really gave a fuck about 'em
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| They ain’t never care about me
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| And every time you see me out
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| You know I keep a strap in case they try to creep
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| Take thizz and the green dots
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| Do that shit every week
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| Niggas get killed all over screenshots
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| Instagram and them tweets
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| Screamin' fuck all the opps now
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| Send the location we could meet
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| Bitches fuckin' for the cloud now
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| Name bad out in these streets
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| Girl, I’m losing my sanity (Sheesh)
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| I done been fucked up all my life
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| This shit was planned for me (On God)
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| And I don’t know nothing 'bout that bitch
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| But she been staying with me (Sheesh)
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| How you think I’m gon' trust that bitch
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| I don’t trust my own family (Nope)
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| And this shit was plain to see
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| Them niggas they wasn’t really gang with me
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| My inner web
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| The sense tell me who was out there in the rain with me
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| This money controlling me
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| This shits got ahold of me
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| Lil shorty wanna roll with me
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| She can blow all of me
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| I was running them racks up had to get it I don’t waste time
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| I fuck up a check, all on my neck, young nigga shine
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| I spin, yeah, I’m racing
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| I’m rolling in the Matrix
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| Lil shorty, yeah she naked
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| Can’t fuck that hoe, she basic
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| I had to get it out the mud
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| Had to turn up, nigga no sleep
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| I used to want a hundred bands
|
| Now I make a hundred bands in a week
|
| I never really gave a fuck about 'em
|
| They ain’t never care about me
|
| And every time you see me out
|
| You know I keep a strap in case they try to creep
|
| Take thizz and the green dots
|
| Do that shit every week
|
| Niggas get killed all over screenshots
|
| Instagram and them tweets
|
| Screamin' fuck all the opps now
|
| Send the location we could meet
|
| Bitches fuckin' for the cloud now
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| Name bad out in these streets
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| And I’m good when I hang with danger
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| I mix my purple with my pain
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| J pays so you can’t complain
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| How the fuck you broke with a name
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| I risked my life for the game
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| I like weed not cocaine
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| No sneak diss, dissing to your face
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| My crate here came with a K
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| How you say family don’t matter
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| Police came and I scatter
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| That black 30 come with a latter
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| Locked up they won’t let him out
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| Bet he come out up there for the clout
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| How he shouldn’t ran his mouth
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| How he shouldn’t
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| Now you caught bullet
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| Back wood Cookie
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| He a goofy, super goody
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| Why the fuck they dead and bleed
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| Hope them niggas never need us
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| And I know a whole killer
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| But he turned into a diva
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| I had to get it out the mud
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| Had to turn up, nigga no sleep
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| I used to want a hundred bands
|
| Now I make a hundred bands in a week
|
| I never really gave a fuck about 'em
|
| They ain’t never care about me
|
| And every time you see me out
|
| You know I keep a strap in case they try to creep
|
| Take thizz and the green dots
|
| Do that shit every week
|
| Niggas get killed all over screenshots
|
| Instagram and them tweets
|
| Screamin' fuck all the opps now
|
| Send the location we could meet
|
| Bitches fuckin' for the cloud now
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| Name bad out in these streets |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deez Streetz , by - PnB Rock. Song from the album TrapStar Turnt PopStar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп