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• Artiste: Trouble
• Titre: Str8 Out
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I got it straight out the street Whatever you find you keep Hundreds of pounds a week 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 I turn this shit up for the streets I keep shit a buck when I speak I ain’t tryna find me no good girl I’d rather bust down with a freak Hundred grand in one week Switch it up, we got freaks Hit Sosa, you want to eat Hit Sosa, you want to eat I’ma tell you where we gon’ meet Hope you ain’t the police Keep a bad bitch, all times nigga All my hoes on fleek I got it straight out the street Whatever you find you keep Hundreds of pounds a week 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 I turn this shit up for the streets I keep shit a buck when I speak I ain’t tryna find me no good girl I’d rather bust down with a freak How could your rounds be weak? You raised them boys to be some hoes You raised them boys to be some pussys Bet you look surprised when niggas fold I can’t even be there for an hour I swear to you I hate to lose shit I don’t give a fuck who came before me To me, my nigga, that’s a new bitch I came through the bricks, that’s on my new shit Niggas hate but don’t know what to do with me Niggas tried, they all get to shooting with me I say women ‘cause I get to shooting first [?] nigga come out of that red dirt Ain’t a baller street, young nigga go headfirst I was sipping in the trap spot Now I’m in the sky with dumb knots, nigga I got it straight out the street Whatever you find you keep Hundreds of pounds a week 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 I turn this shit up for the streets I keep shit a buck when I speak I ain’t tryna find me no good girl I’d rather bust down with a freak