A couple niggas kept that shit true indeed. Money in the bank, make no mistake. Many companies use our lyrics and we improve the music industry on the internet just to bring you your favorite music, daily we add many, stay and enjoy. Find descriptive words. My mama told me save that money, bank accounts, don't spend that bread. When I was out there rollin' in the Benz and ball. Project Pat & A$ap Rocky). TESTO - Juicy J - Feed the Streets. Shitting in diapers. Listen to Juicy J Feed the Streets MP3 song. I′m in a whole other lane (lane). Lambo red, Coca Cola. My brother Benzo was a pimp, he knock a ho unconscious. She suckin dick and deep throat.
But when I took my fall. Just stay ahead in this b-tch. Juicy J brings his older brother Project Pat and frequent collaborator A$AP Rocky together on "Feed the Streets", which discusses life on the streets and the struggles that… Read More. Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah. Lettin a forty-four wit a mask, or by usin ya fists. Bitch, dont know how to act. Copyright © 2023 Datamuse. With a unique loyalty program, the Hungama rewards you for predefined action on our platform. Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches.
In these streets and these traps, nigga you better be strapped. Please check the box below to regain access to. They killing niggas over hoes be careful who you fuck. Pandora isn't available in this country right now... English translation of Feed the Streets by Juicy J. I put in work, I put... on (so much cash). Still workin these hoese like the king Hugh Heff. Niggas out here plottin' be prepared to shoot back. Yamborghini with the shits, yeah. Uh, Uh, Uh, I gotta feed the streets.
Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist (yeah hoe! Niggas try to front, act if he want. Them mafia days (mafia! Niggas tryna see how we was, I had a buzz. Homie got hit 'cause he got in the way. Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]. 7:45 on the fuckin' dot, your bitch down to ride. Discuss the Feed the Streets Lyrics with the community: Citation. Payback it's closed curtains.
Tina best friend husband fucking her cousin. This song is sung by Juicy J. Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC. And I'm checkin traps cause this crack is jumpin back.
Leavin' wit' me cause I'm a G. Made in the streets, rep for the streets. Yeah, yeah, I rock the Raf, yeah, I bought the Wraith. But Tina had a miscarriage by me. Real n-gg-s know, how hard i go (i get this cash). Laced with 13 tracks in total, the follow up to September's Highly Intoxicated mixtape features an an impressive roster of guest appearances from A$AP Rocky, Wiz Khalifa, Travis Scott, Offset, Denzel Curry, [artlink]Ty Dolla $ign, Project Pat, Tory Lanez, G. D., and Belly.
I'm ridin through the hood and I'm screamin chuuch. I'ma pimp by blood, my music's young. N-gg-s insane all this sh-t change. Search Hot New Hip Hop. Dec 7 2017 11:07 am. My bros, Cosa Nostra. When she put the packages up the trap. Pimp C. - Friends (feat. It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat. Street life will have you catchin' up to God quicker. I got rich and gave back.
But not the ones I used to bail outta jail and feed. Y'all n-gg-s who run the streets. One false move and you fucked and out here on that bullshit. This is how it is, this is how we live. H-Town, Memphis Tenn., hat leanin while I'm limpin. It's sad 'cause my little bad. Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia. Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind. That's why my niggas in the grind (yes sir). And in abundance, now my circle a hundred. Whoop your friend, you gotta murk 'em.
We used to smoke weed and get drunk off brew. You couldn't find me that's what you told yourself. Make a bitch fold like a futon. I love how she think she graduated with that brain. I'm breakin hoes, makin dough, laughin at them dummies. Drink syrup like it's liquor. Even if I have to rob a jack for the money rats.
So whoever daughter she is, she will bout to be in grandpa position. Real shit, I'm lit like a cigarette lighter. Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat. Hoes by the dozen, never doin no simpin. With friends like that I don't need enemies.
I'll track her ass down like GPS, out here. Can't believe a nigga made a couple milli'. My... need to eat (eat).