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Streets don't love you

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
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[00:07.04] I was there and I ain't never

[00:12.06] Yeah, yeah

[00:14.81] I was hurtin'

[00:17.28] But I ain't need you

[00:20.04] Streets never, mhm

[00:22.55] Streets don't love you, they'll turn their back on you

[00:25.02] Streets don't love you, they will turn their back on you

[00:28.78] They'll turn their back on you

[00:32.78] Streets don't love you, they killed Quado

[00:35.29] Streets don't love you, they killed Beasty

[00:38.54] Let my niggas come home tomorrow

[00:41.30] Don't just let them see me on TV

[00:44.04] Let my niggas up out that you know

[00:46.29] You don't even know how I be thinkin' that shit crazy

[00:49.57] Not my broski, no, not my bros, yeah

[00:52.53] Let my niggas come home tomorrow

[00:54.29] Free V12, yo

[00:55.81] I remember when we was like 12 we went through hell, yo

[00:58.28] Back when niggas was gettin' they Biggies and they Pelles took

[01:01.02] Bitches used to curve me, used to swerve me, nigga, now look

[01:03.53] They ain't never want me, now they askin' to get they nails done

[01:06.29] I know I smell like dope, they gassin' me tellin' me I smell good

[01:09.05] Passin' me the pussy, I passed it to my homie real quick

[01:11.81] Audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck

[01:14.78] The audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still fuck

[01:17.29] Your ass is lookin' fat, them Fashion Nova jeans look real good

[01:20.04] I'm glad that I came up 'cause I ain't know where I would end up

[01:22.76] The 30 clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo

[01:25.54] And niggas act so tough

[01:28.29] But I just swear they don't wanna start, though

[01:29.78] Lemme tell you 'bout this young nigga from the Bronx, though

[01:31.55] Everybody want his head but nobody had his heart, though

[01:34.29] Robbin' everybody like he don't believe in karma

[01:37.56] Somebody told the feds what he did, they lined him

[01:39.80] Told 'em where that nigga lived, yeah, they really lined him

[01:42.27] He still sleepin' at his crib like fuck it if they find him

[01:45.04] Prices on his head 'cause he hit a opp up

[01:47.79] Money on his head got him moving wiser

[01:51.04] Hoodie on his head, they wanna paint his poncho

[01:53.53] Pulled up to the crib, he living wit' his moms, though

[01:56.29] But they don't even care, they like, "Hit 'em all up"

[01:58.81] His eyes turned red and his fists balled up

[02:01.80] Voices in his head sayin', "Kill them all, " but

[02:04.29] Bullets hittin' glass, goin' through the walls, oh

[02:07.07] All he heard was screamin', he feel like his time's up

[02:09.82] He ain't had no time to go reach for a glove

[02:12.30] He just grabbed the pump, start squeezin' at the door

[02:15.03] But then he seen his moms laid out on the floor

[02:17.81] He dropped down to his knees, head high to the Lord

[02:20.54] Ain't the type to cry, but his mom, he really loved

[02:23.05] Tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood

[02:25.78] He wishing it won't hurt, but he cried 'cause it does

[02:28.28] Then he put his own pump right to his mouth (bop)

[02:34.27] Like, nah-nah-nah

[02:36.28] Yeah, nah-nah

[02:37.79] Nah-nah-nah-nah

[02:40.30] Nah-nah-nah-nah

[02:42.04] No

[02:42.78] No-no-no-no-no

[02:45.04] No-no

[02:47.04] Like, nah-nah-nah-nah

[02:50.54] Oh-oh

[02:52.80] Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[02:53.79] Whoa-oh

[02:55.79] Nah-nah-nah-nah

[02:58.05] Nah-nah

[02:59.04] Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[03:01.30] Nah-nah-nah-nah

[03:15.04] Yeah