OG B.I.G.G.I.E - Street Nigga (feat. ReekRoxk)

Street Nigga
Tucked in the streets
Sweep owe this that street sweepa
Brand new shoes I ain't buying no cleats
Run up a check 7 days a week
Bad bitch with a tan come from over seas
Plug don't take please don't speak to me
She look when she look at me
Just look in my eyes
Don't you lie to me
You can't cross me out
Double jeopardy
You get crossed out
Like it's pose to be
Trouble
Don't be puzzled
Blow me like some soup
All blue like snoop
Street Nigga
Tucked in the streets
Sweep owe this that street sweepa
Brand new shoes I ain't buying no cleats
Run up a check seven days a week
I can't lose focus bitch I ain't playing
Hot like tosta
Fuck is you saying she know my motives she brought some friends
Told her move over told her I can't
I'm at the beach Iain bringing no sand
I'm with the killas this shit like Iran
We can't fuck with ya you ain't with the brand
Shit getting different we fuck with them forgien Lil bitches I think the bitch came from Japan
Can't even lie man I think I was born addictive I fuck her then pass to my man's back in That jam hope I get out that jam
Bottom bitch mouth kinda bad call her Pam
I got them racks counted stacks with my fam
I'm in a scat
Just bought a sack
She wanna match
Made her say slat girl you a knat
Don't be deceitful smoking on gas don't you turn to a pack
Her love was lazy so I picked up the slack
She wanted money cause I made a stack
This shit aint funny cause I got the Mac
I'm with My niggas we sippin on yack
Street Nigga
Tucked in the streets
Sweep owe this that street sweepa
Brand new shoes I ain't buying no cleats
Run up a check seven days a week
Street Nigga
Tucked in the streets
Sweep owe this that street sweepa
Brand new shoes I ain't buying no cleats
Run up a check seven days a week

Written by:
Rashad Collins

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