And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street
Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat
I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street
Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here
I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel
Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep
A place where souls die right in the street
Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here
I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier
Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed
You want a big house cz your living in the street
Niggas in the street scared
Beach on the weekend
Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will
A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still
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