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• Artiste: Young Scooter
• Titre: Street Lights
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featuring Gucci Mane (Chorus) We stay out to the street lights Spy hoping day and night We work our trial thousand Got a lot of bails piled up. All I want is karmas I got a lot of money Everybody knows the street I’m the voice of the street. (Verse) I still sleep in the projects I’m talking to a lottery Plus I ain’t got no water bill And I got illegal carving steel. All I want is karmas I got dope boy money Let me go know who’s stunting Not a million dollar hustling. I’m rapping about my day of hustling When I was broke and had nothing By any mean necessary I jugg from January to January. (Chorus) We stay out to the street lights Spy hoping day and night We work our trial thousand Got a lot of bails piled up. All I want is karmas I got a lot of money Everybody knows the street I’m the voice of the street. (Verse) I got places to go and I got people to see It costs you 20 thousand dollars to hear my voice on the beat Got my girl out, there’s too many fish in the sea In a scale in the house like we have captain Ds. It don’t bother me that he got more than me You know is loyalty over royalties I got the bail money for you and a royal visa I said I blow the keys, I set in Cali trees. My Chinese blows in and deals with insanity She only to already uses profanities. My friend say I made a bill angrily You call unleash the whole crew, I call it family. (Chorus) We stay out to the street lights Spy hoping day and night We work our trial thousand Got a lot of bails piled up. All I want is karmas I got a lot of money Everybody knows the street I’m the voice of the street. (Verse) Thousand bails, yeah, I know them well Gotta wait my call, witness scale they wait away In my trap house, I got that fish cale Like a nail sharp the way I work my clientele Six cellphones, home alone I make the mail, Here’s to the city, yeah, young jugg, yeah, he the mayor. Stupid way to plot, and imma jugg it all Two hundred thousand dollars ain’t something cab more. All I know is ball, in the streets crawl, Thirty two free bands and we want it all. Drop a 36, drop it like I’m doing wrong Street in a pile, got my money in a wrong. (Chorus) We stay out to the street lights Spy hoping day and night We work our trial thousand Got a lot of bails piled up. All I want is karmas I got a lot of money Everybody knows the street I’m the voice of the street.