| The streets dry, it’s drout time
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| Call the plugs up, it’s clout time
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| You better put that paper up
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| Paper get these bitches, ain’t no changin up
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| Big faces, now whip it out
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| Bitches taste it
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| They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit
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| You better have your cook game right, cause in the drout, it’ll save you
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| And I even pimped them hoes, they pay, they do
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| If a nigga play, I show him what them Ks do
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| I ain’t gotta get fly, four times out the week, Ca$h Out go fly
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| Ca$h Out stay high, niggas, they paint my tires
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| They goin hit the hood up, and let the cheques come in my ride
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| Last week, you was talkin that paper
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| This week, you done turned to a hater
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| Nigga, don’t forget, I don’t take niggas shit
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| Just got my fam and my clique, only need my bitch
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| The streets dry, it’s drout time
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| Call the plugs up, it’s clout time
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| You better put that paper up
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| Paper get these bitches, ain’t no changin up
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| Big faces, now whip it out
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| Bitches taste it
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| They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit
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| I pull up, big faces stuffed in all my placks
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| Big face, holy moly, you can cop it
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| If you you wanted to, go collect tuition
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| Money
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| Hundred out the door, the right of me
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| Ain’t no ride out of site of me
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| Your bitch pussy, I had some
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| Told her bring me paper, she ain’t have none
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| Then shauty, you disqualified
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| With Gotti, I’m the life of the party
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| Trouble, Ralph and Ca$h Out, you know what that sound like?
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| Fuckin with Ca$h Out, we keep it tight
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| My nigga Bird, he keep the camera
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| I be fuckin niggas bitches, that’s why they keep on starin
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| Xan take me to Mars, bitch
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| The streets dry, it’s drout time
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| Call the plugs up, it’s clout time
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| You better put that paper up
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| Paper get these bitches, ain’t no changin up
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| Big faces, now whip it out
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| Bitches taste it
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| They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit
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| Bustin jugs on ya, money like a motherfucker
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| Just bought a Viper, be runnin like a motherfucker
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| VVS and bullits, burnin like a motherfucker
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| Been in the bank, and I’m learnin like a motherfucker
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| All about my paper, hustler by nature
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| Turned the struggle to the muscle, nigga, I made it
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| The streets in a drout, no one got the work
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| On the road, doin shows, leave my buddy with the work
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| You want some trouble, nigga, I can call my other niggas
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| Price on your head, I could buy one of you sucka niggas
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| Lil nigga, but I’m known to do it BIG
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| 44 a brick, it’s cheaper if you holla at me
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| Juug!
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| The streets dry, it’s drout time
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| Call the plugs up, it’s clout time
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| You better put that paper up
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| Paper get these bitches, ain’t no changin up
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| Big faces, now whip it out
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| Bitches taste it
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| They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Streetz Dry , by - Trouble. Song from the album The Return of December 17th, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп