ฟังเพลงStreets Don't Love You (Clean)

Song: Streets Don't Love You

Artist: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Lyrics: Jahaan Sweet, Tash Phillips, A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Composed: Tash Phillips, Jahaan Sweet

I was there and I ain't never

I was hurtin' but I ain't need you

Streets never mhm

Streets don't love you they turn they back on you

Streets don't love you they turn they back on you

They turn they back on you

Streets don't love you they killed Quado

Streets don't love you they killed Beasty

Let my n***as come home tomorrow

Don't just let them see me on TV

Let my n***as up out that you know

You don't even know how I be thinkin' that s**t crazy

Let my broski know now my bros yeah

Let my n***as come home tomorrow

Free V12 yo

I remember when we was like 12 we went through hell yo

Back when n***as was gettin' they biggies and they Pells took

B***hes used to curve me used to swerve me n***a now look

They ain't never want me now they askin' to get they nails done

I know I smell like d**e they gassin' me tellin' me I smell good

Passin' me the p***y I passed it to my homie real quick

Audacity to ask me 'bout the b***hes that I still f**k

The audacity to ask me 'bout the b***hes that I still f**k

Your a*s is lookin' fat them Fashion Nova jeans look real good

I'm glad that I came up 'cause I ain't know where I would end up

The 30 clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo

And n***as act so tough

But I just swear they don't wanna start though

Lemme tell you 'bout this young n***a from the Bronx though

Everybody want his head but nobody had his heart though

Robbin' everybody like he don't believe in karma

Somebody told the feds what he did they lined him

Told 'em where that n***a lived yeah they really lined him

He still sleepin' at his crib like f**k it if they find him

Prices on his head 'cause he hit a opp up

Money on his head got him moving wiser

Hoodie on his head it woulda been his poncho

Pulled up to the crib he living wit' his moms though

But they don't even care they like hit 'em all up

His eyes turned red and his fists balled up

Voices in his head saying kill them all but

Bullets hittin' glass goin' through the wall though

All he heard was screaming he feel like his time's up

He ain't had no time to go reach for a glove

He just grabbed the pump start squeezin' at the door

And then he seen his moms laid out on the floor

He dropped down to his knees he ain't hide to the law

Ain't the type to cry but his mom he really loved

Tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood

He wishing it won't hurt but he cried because it does

Then he put his own pump right to his heart