"Street Love" lyrics
(Bos goin' crazy)
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
I'm tryna put my player card up
So sick and tired of gettin' caught up
I need somebody I could love
5'5", pretty brown eyes, and a thug, she my street love
I'ma get your makeup done
Ever since I got with you, feel like a champion
She my street thug, she my street love
She my street thug, she my street love
I'm back out grindin', she be wonderin' when I'm comin' home
If I don't do this, then I can't buy you them designer clothes
I can change the climate from the way lil' shawty wrist froze
The chair massage you, the double-R butterfly doors
Every time that I got a problem, I know lil' shawty pullin' up
Spent every dime on my partner to try to get him out the hood
I gotta ride with these choppers, that's every time I hit the road
Like, baby, there go the coppers, like tell me would you tuck my dope?
Every time that I fell down, lil' shawty lifted me up
I fuck with you 'cause every time that I come 'round, it be love
She put my pistol on her side, I swear lil' shawty a thug
Only thing that I don't like about her, she be trippin' 'bout nothin'
I'm tryna put my player card up
So sick and tired of gettin' caught up
I need somebody I could love
5'5", pretty brown eyes, and a thug, she my street love
I'ma get your makeup done
Ever since I got with you, feel like a champion
She my street thug, she my street love
She my street thug, she my street love
She my street thug like a street sign
February one-four, would you be my V-tine?
I'm signin' up for them digits, I'm grindin' from out the kitchen
She know that I'm in the trenches, like every day, on a mission
She know that her nigga wicked, I feel like shawty the realest
Like matter fact, we the trillest, the sickest, I'm talkin' illest
I'm grindin', I can't get near you, she cryin' and I get the tissue
I'm tryna stack up these millions, like fuck it, get out your feelings
The sickest that's in the city, I fucked her, fixed up her titties
I'm jokin', she call me silly, I love you like really really
That Danny Phantom, I get it, I copped it from out of Philly
I asked her one of her wishes, she want me cut off my bitches
I'm tryna put my player card up
So sick and tired of gettin' caught up
I need somebody I could love
5'5", pretty brown eyes, and a thug, she my street love
I'ma get your makeup done
Ever since I got with you, feel like a champion
She my street thug, she my street love
She my street thug, she my street love
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
I'm tryna put my player card up
So sick and tired of gettin' caught up
I need somebody I could love
5'5", pretty brown eyes, and a thug, she my street love
I'ma get your makeup done
Ever since I got with you, feel like a champion
She my street thug, she my street love
She my street thug, she my street love
I'm back out grindin', she be wonderin' when I'm comin' home
If I don't do this, then I can't buy you them designer clothes
I can change the climate from the way lil' shawty wrist froze
The chair massage you, the double-R butterfly doors
Every time that I got a problem, I know lil' shawty pullin' up
Spent every dime on my partner to try to get him out the hood
I gotta ride with these choppers, that's every time I hit the road
Like, baby, there go the coppers, like tell me would you tuck my dope?
Every time that I fell down, lil' shawty lifted me up
I fuck with you 'cause every time that I come 'round, it be love
She put my pistol on her side, I swear lil' shawty a thug
Only thing that I don't like about her, she be trippin' 'bout nothin'
I'm tryna put my player card up
So sick and tired of gettin' caught up
I need somebody I could love
5'5", pretty brown eyes, and a thug, she my street love
I'ma get your makeup done
Ever since I got with you, feel like a champion
She my street thug, she my street love
She my street thug, she my street love
She my street thug like a street sign
February one-four, would you be my V-tine?
I'm signin' up for them digits, I'm grindin' from out the kitchen
She know that I'm in the trenches, like every day, on a mission
She know that her nigga wicked, I feel like shawty the realest
Like matter fact, we the trillest, the sickest, I'm talkin' illest
I'm grindin', I can't get near you, she cryin' and I get the tissue
I'm tryna stack up these millions, like fuck it, get out your feelings
The sickest that's in the city, I fucked her, fixed up her titties
I'm jokin', she call me silly, I love you like really really
That Danny Phantom, I get it, I copped it from out of Philly
I asked her one of her wishes, she want me cut off my bitches
I'm tryna put my player card up
So sick and tired of gettin' caught up
I need somebody I could love
5'5", pretty brown eyes, and a thug, she my street love
I'ma get your makeup done
Ever since I got with you, feel like a champion
She my street thug, she my street love
She my street thug, she my street love
