This is a song about "Party in the street"

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

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