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Yeah, mhm-mhm-mhm Ayy, told her no clothes in my bed, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) I don't wanna fuck, give me head, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) I can't show no love, yeah, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) I don't want demons in my head, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) Rock with a pistol and a .30, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) Big Glock 40 with a .30, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) I can't fuck with bitches, they ain't worth, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) Bitch nigga me like work, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) Ayy, yeah, yeah I'm from the streets 'Member back in the day, I was broke, ain't have nothin' to eat 'Member I was out here sellin' weed, get 'em two for three Yeah, I got them bags Get them bags, let 'em go for cheap Yeah, I guess the street life just weren't for me Locked up in the cell, I was the only one that's there for me And I been sippin' X with lean Yeah, come to this jungle where you might get eaten Yeah, six, huh Plaques came in [?] wrist, ayy Lil' nigga die for no reason, ayy Ride with the top down, I'm leanin' Letras de cancionesI'm with my Bloods, and they bleedin' (Huh) I'm with the Crips and they creepin' (Ayy, ayy) I had a bitch and was leanin' I hit the bitch [?] Ayy, told her no clothes in my bed, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) I don't wanna fuck, give me head, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) I can't show no love, yeah, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) I don't want demons in my head, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) Rock with a pistol and a .30, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) Big Glock 40 with a .30, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) I can't fuck with bitches, they ain't worth, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) Bitch nigga me like work, I'm from the streets (Streets, streets) From Letras Mania