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no love - team eastside lil p lyrics

[chorus: smoovey lue]
man, i’m in my own d*mn lane
mix the high tech drank with the champagne
roll cookie by the crumb
bad b*tches by the ton
hey
if it ain’t about money, i can’t give two f*cks
got cool with the plug
so we show more love
but the streets ain’t showing no love

[verse 1: team eastside lil p]
love, the streets ain’t showing that
you want love, better go and get your b*tch back
i’m in love with that chicken, i’m in love with straps
i’m addicted to the hustle, love serving packs
got a couple outlits, you can send a sack
[?] ass n*gga, only shop at sacks
i’m a real street n*gga, f*cked a lot of rats
you can’t nigohshiate sh*t, if it ain’t about a stack
p*ssy, get off my d*ck, that’s your b*tch job
i like to roll my own weed, let my b*tch drive
200 on the dash, shе gotta test drive
f*cked hеr in the backseat, right by st. john
i’m an eastside boy, i [?]
mix the red with the sprite, call it tech and lime
lost the roof on the coupe, b*tch, it’s megatron
automatic handgun, that’s a mega nine
n*gga
[chorus: smoovey lue]
man, i’m in my own d*mn lane
mix the high tech drank with the champagne
roll cookie by the crumb
bad b*tches by the ton
hey
if it ain’t about money, i can’t give two f*cks
got cool with the plug
so we show more love
but the streets ain’t showing no love

[verse 2: peezy]
the streets, they ain’t showing no love
gotta show these n*ggas, ain’t no ho in your blood
rolling up potency, pouring up mud
left pocket slipped up, ride on dubs
the chances that we taking, n*ggas sh*t on they pants
get caught by the jakes, n*ggas snitch on they mans
meanwhile, i’m out of state, eating shrimp in the sand
[?] ain’t have sh*t to say, they gave him thirty in the can
got cool with the plug, and my number dropped
thirty five for a boe, fifty six if i break it down
and i can run through ’bout twenty at least
if i’m cool with you, bring me three twenty a piece
did favors for n*ggas who wouldn’t do it for me
came up on they ass, made them b*tches believe
ryna see how many bands i can fit in my jeans
stop looking for a handout, and get you some cheese
yeah
[chorus: smoovey lue]
man, i’m in my own d*mn lane
mix the high tech drank with the champagne
roll cookie by the crumb
bad b*tches by the ton
hey
if it ain’t about money, i can’t give two f*cks
got cool with the plug
so we show more love
but the streets ain’t showing no love

[verse 3: lou gram]
i’m in my own d*mn lane
we are not the same
in a new [?]
eight in a two lieder, we don’t sip the same
y’all playing kiddy games, i want a brick of caine
ghetto boy til i die, i’ll never traid
we get pints in the club, f*ck sipping spade
walk around with all hundreds, i ain’t got no chain
the street sh*t f*cked up my whole mindframe
stunting in my rolex, everytime the time change
and this ice in my [?] cost five racks
and my earrings hitting like they ali
i’m a boss, so i got a boss mindstate
hang with [?] better believe we straight
we got all type of n*ggas, b*tch, take your pick
[?] ice, so you might get sick
[chorus: smoovey lue]
man, i’m in my own d*mn lane
mix the high tech drank with the champagne
roll cookie by the crumb
bad b*tches by the ton
hey
if it ain’t about money, i can’t give two f*cks
got cool with the plug
so we show more love
but the streets ain’t showing no love

- team eastside lil p lyrics

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