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what the streets missing - nickoe lyrics

[intro]
(usher, we goin’ up)
yeah, uh

[verse 1]
it’s time to give the streets what they’ve been missin’
just left the trap, it’s been a cool day, i counted fifty
yeah, this that cook crack, n*gga, fresh up out the kitchen
yeah, this that double*back through tsa, with underarm
i sold so many, i get my own percentage at the farm
this ain’t no cut*dope, but rods formed, i’m in my prime
it ain’t no rollie, patek, ap, then you wastin’ time
n*gga, i’d be d*mned, if i just waste mine
convicted felon, still got it on my waistline
that sh*t don’t make black boy no money, that sh*t don’t make sense
i did that sh*t, that’s off thе love, i ain’t have to make sh*t
i turnеd a one a two, a two’ll cop a three and make six
a n*gga ain’t never tried to rob me (rob me), i don’t take sh*t
my n*gga love to k!ll, he takin’ hits
a quarter*mill’, i just turned down that deal ’cause that ain’t sh*t
my dog money, so i b*e hittin’ l!cks
whatever he make, it’s all profit, he got frida bricks
i done turned my trap up, all exotic, f*ck that cheap sh*t
can’t no n*gga ’round here beat my prices, i got sweet l!cks
drop that, runnin’ in the top, i ain’t got no time for none of that beef sh*t
came through in the drop, n*gga, it’s my time, i got the streets lit
[chorus]
soon as they come in, we got them goin’ out
i been poppin’ molly, poppin’ sh*t, they say i’m showin’ out
but, f*ck it, free my duel, can’t no n*gga beat my ticket (free my duel)
this sh*t for real
it’s time to give the streets what they’ve been missin’
this what they missin’ (what they missin’?)
give the streets what they’ve been missin’ (yeah)
this sh*t for real
it’s time to give the streets what they’ve been missin’ (what they’ve been missin’)
give the streets what they’ve been missin’ (yeah)
this sh*t for real
it’s time to give the streets what they’ve been missin’ (i’m what they’re missin’)

[verse 2]
i’m motivation to the trap, n*gga, i’m the one that supply your plug
n*gga, if you shoppin’ and we jack, you ain’t got no choice, but shop with us
i’m givin’ motivation to the trap, i’ve been tryna find some bulbs
i got my n*gga racin’ to the racks, who the first one to make a dub?
you get a stack
this sh*t members only
whenever we hit the club, come through the back
i’m in this field hands*on, i’ve been thumbin’ through them racks
we had to find another spot ’cause it had got too hot across them tracks
if i hit that block, i’ma make a knot, i’ma beat my feet, i’ma beat that pack
ow
every time they book me, it be packed out
i’m currently runnin’ through a pack, now
she never seen a hundred racks
wow
[chorus]
soon as they come in, we got them goin’ out
i been poppin’ molly, poppin’ sh*t, they say i’m showin’ out (i’m showin’ out)
but, f*ck it, free my duel, can’t no n*gga beat my ticket (free my duel)
this sh*t for real
it’s time to give the streets what they’ve been missin’
this what they missin’ (what they missin’?)
give the streets what they’ve been missin’ (yeah)
this sh*t for real
it’s time to give the streets what they’ve been missin’ (what they’ve been missin’)
give the streets what they’ve been missin’ (yeah)
this sh*t for real
it’s time to give the streets what they’ve been missin’ (this what they’re missin’)

[outro]
uh, uh, uh
mmm, mm, mmm, n*gga, comin’ through, then goin’ out

- nickoe lyrics

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