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Streets calling

ride, ride ride,
ride ride, ride,
Put your windows
out the heat
on
Ride ride, ride,
ride ride, ride

Im money and nothing from the top of my lungs
riding with police behind me in a car of drugs
I got one foot on the gas, one in front of the judge
my baby mama still tripping want every of my blood
these hopin I die, my niggas hoping I blow
my homies die and the shell, I said letter and so
Come on and step in my world, my life is realer then
I watch bullets explode man brains on the wall
but this be calling, try to beg me to listen
lost faith in the game and so I change my
to stack me a million and stay the fuck out of prison
on the day Im buried, I hope my sins is forgiven
I I need me a woman, Im addicted to whores,
got the mind of a ready to ride for the corps
ready to lie on the stand, to die for my seeds
ready to die as man, and live on my knees.

Screaming all the haters, mother fuck all these bitches
got no for these hoes, I got my mind on my riches
tryin to stack me a million, and to fuck out the prison
But streets still calling, gotta beg me to listen
Screaming fuck all these hater, mother fuck all this
got no for these hoes, I got my model my riches
tryin to me a million, and stay to fuck out the prison
But streets still calling, gotta beg me to listen

Im screaming fuck all these haters, fuck all these bitches

These haters coming around bet Tweezie fuck all bitches.
got some crack in the dishes I got some in the pot
a couple feins in the they doing dope in the spot
a nigga know that Im hot, there's no my fate
thats why I say my prayers when I put that work on my
And I pray, can you hear me Im just hoping you listen
and I just me a couple bricks guess he granted my wishes
I done with precision done elluded them prisons
Im tryin to run the game, its to do when you sitting
now Im calling some shots with the mob
now nobody hard to reach all the is a call
no disregard for the law. these niggas rebellin'
he eleven with the burner what the fuck should I tell em
I told em go back to school, shawty up this weapon
it picked up a pack that life he be reppin

TWIGG

Okay, now rIding time, niggas spark for they team
they focused on the arms while Im trying be a king
mafioso, young nigga but Ive been
yeah, five six but bangin like a nigga six five right
tryin to see a hundred milli, but you see these creeps hate tho
wanna see you doing thangs but just wanna see you meet your maker.
hail thy for I pray to the above
b-fore Im facing you in Ill be facing at a judge
send these slugs for these niggas, no for these niggas
got no time for these hoes, only fucking bitches yeah
money on my mind, but on another state
Grado told me all the time,
hesitate instead, keep these niggas fed,
fuck is Mark Walburg..all these dead
we getting money fuck what other niggas said
they set up on top view, hustle hard fuck the till Im dead