| I got it straight out the street
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| Whatever you find you keep
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| Hundreds of pounds a week
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| How could you down a G?
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| How could you foul on me?
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| How could you hound a freak?
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| How could your rounds be weak?
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| How is you down my G?
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| How is you down my G?
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| You ain’t got a pound at least?
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| You must ain’t did right by your folks
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| You must ain’t real as you believe
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| I turn this shit up for the streets
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| I keep shit a buck when I speak
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| I ain’t tryna find me no good girl
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| I’d rather bust down with a freak
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| Hundred grand in one week
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| Switch it up, we got freaks
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| Hit Sosa, you want to eat
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| Hit Sosa, you want to eat
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| I’ma tell you where we gon' meet
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| Hope you ain’t the police
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| Keep a bad bitch, all times nigga
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| All my hoes on fleek
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| I got it straight out the street
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| Whatever you find you keep
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| Hundreds of pounds a week
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| How could you down a G?
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| How could you foul on me?
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| How could you hound a freak?
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| How could your rounds be weak?
|
| How is you down my G?
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| How is you down my G?
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| You ain’t got a pound at least?
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| You must ain’t did right by your folks
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| You must ain’t real as you believe
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| I turn this shit up for the streets
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| I keep shit a buck when I speak
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| I ain’t tryna find me no good girl
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| I’d rather bust down with a freak
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| How could your rounds be weak?
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| You raised them boys to be some hoes
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| You raised them boys to be some pussys
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| Bet you look surprised when niggas fold
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| I can’t even be there for an hour
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| I swear to you I hate to lose shit
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| I don’t give a fuck who came before me
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| To me, my nigga, that’s a new bitch
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| I came through the bricks, that’s on my new shit
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| Niggas hate but don’t know what to do with me
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| Niggas tried, they all get to shooting with me
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| I say women ‘cause I get to shooting first
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| nigga come out of that red dirt
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| Ain’t a baller street, young nigga go headfirst
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| I was sipping in the trap spot
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| Now I’m in the sky with dumb knots, nigga
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| I got it straight out the street
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| Whatever you find you keep
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| Hundreds of pounds a week
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| How could you down a G?
|
| How could you foul on me?
|
| How could you hound a freak?
|
| How could your rounds be weak?
|
| How is you down my G?
|
| How is you down my G?
|
| You ain’t got a pound at least?
|
| You must ain’t did right by your folks
|
| You must ain’t real as you believe
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| I turn this shit up for the streets
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| I keep shit a buck when I speak
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| I ain’t tryna find me no good girl
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| I’d rather bust down with a freak |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Str8 Out, artist - Trouble. Album song Skoobzilla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп