Street Love

(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 **** 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