Testo The Streets - EST Gee
Testo della canzone The Streets (EST Gee), tratta dall'album I Aint Feeling You
A mí, me vale -to da la cara
Se llevó mi -che dinero
¿Tú crees que yo tengo miedo pa' agarrar ese -che dinero?
No me voy a morir por esta -che plata
'Til you home, free my lil' partner 'nem
I don't talk on phones, so you can hear mine through Suboxone strips (uh)
I hate they say you snitched, fell over show, gon' be your momma kids (your momma, uh)
Drug dealer anonymous, I still respect and honor this
I was slidin' and poppin' - with the same - I was coppin' bricks
I knew I'd lose my scholarship soon as I learnt to get my zaza shipped
'Cause I was on the road with ten and Grit, Four would front six
They gon' pull out my phone to spin, don't leave the lo' until he - (uh)
I'll be past my toes and hands, I count the ones, I seen and went (uh)
Instead of invest in businesses, I'm plannin' on gettin' so rich
Yeah, that street - (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
Got up for life, don't squash my beef - (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
That new year, new car, jewelry, same me - (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see - (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
That Uptown out to Newburg, EST shit
The streets, the streets, the motherf- streets (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
A lot of - hate you, but them - ain't me
Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherf- streets (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
A lot of - hate you, but them - ain't me
I love you 'cause you kept me fed fresh from out of jail (you know I love this)
Right on the tail of me on house arrest and I kept losin' my mail (you know I love this)
The gas'll never get passed, but 'til you get money, we gon' land (you know I love this -)
Them - complainin', never failed, so rich I might as well (you know I love this -)
Know I love you 'cause them bullets hit my stomach and I still lived (know I love this shit)
Right after I got back, - kept gettin' whacked, and I got me an M (you know I love this shit)
I always remember who was and who wasn't there when it was time to spin (you know I love this shit)
Made me think they friends when I heard all the hate was bein' said (-, you know I love this -)
I don't care what who said, frrt, as long as my tool sprayin' (you know I love this -)
Play it however you play it, -, 'til I'm through playin' (you know I love this -)
When I send them Shiners through, turn your - to shiner land (you know I love this -)
Life ain't go no proper hand, I won a bluff and went all in (you know I love this -, -)
I been locked in, way before the war when it was free Lil Red (you know I love this -)
When whole crowds would clear soon as they hear Eastside Taliban (you know I love this -)
Riata ain't have a lot of friends, - all outsiders ABM (you know I love this -)
I made it when they ain't think I can, unc' hit hard out of soda cans
Same - who was teachin' me how to fix it in case my blower jammed (you know I love this -)
Same you sayin' different knowin', I delivered it every time I supposed to did (you know I love this -)
Lawyers and take care of your kids, plus keep up with them bills (you know I love this -)
That's my version of keepin' it real, -, not just how I feel (you know I love this -)
Ain't no speculation 'bout did you tell, just get that paperwork in (you know I love this shit, -)
If you don't, I get the hint, but it still hurt my feelings bad (you know I love this -, -)
My heart wasn't built to fix a rat, I love the streets too much for that (you know I love this -, -)
The streets don't ever die as long as I'm alive 'cause I'm gon' bring it back (you know I love this -)
Yeah, that street - (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
Got up for life, don't squash my beef - (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
That new year, new car, jewelry, same me shit (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
That Uptown out to Newburg, EST shit
The streets, the streets, the motherf- streets (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
A lot of - hate you, but them - ain't me
Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherf- streets (the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets)
A lot of - hate you, but them - ain't me
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Tauheed Epps, Earl Conyers, Joshua Banks, June James, George A Iii Stone
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