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(I walk the streets alone) It's a priviledge (I walk the streets alone) Suttin' you can't do baby That's another topic, let's give it to 'em [Verse 1:] Them niggaz need to hit me with my grip I want it now, I'm a ride on these bitches till I get it I'm comin' down to the studio, we know where ya be, you can hide, but you can't run Get that bitch from me, here her man come Jealous like a little green monster These bitches just flashin' money, Maxi I really want ya I just wanna start a lil' familay Bitch, what ya talkin' 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and ya mother can't stand me Candy, brought her on her birthday Fuck is the PD3, niggaz is gettin' thirstay Lip Sing, dammit that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out She said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it out All my niggaz hoodied out, hooded up Now whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough Shorty coulda fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitchin' man Got me duckin' the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn [Chorus:] Just let me live my life with' you (Just let me live my life with' you) SongtexteI can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh Lil' nigga you just mad I won't write with' you Owwww You ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go Owwww Picture me rollin' [Verse 2:] I be speakin' to my brother He told me keep the pressure on these niggaz, never trust 'em They test you, muthafuck 'em Nigga Gida gettin' big, smoked and stroll, he said "Biggavel'... Watch them niggaz you with", then he lit up a L Gotta give 'em that, Bigga mannin' up, nigga bounced back Gain Greene, bottle of the Cru, blow a ounce back See the boy finally on his shit, he so handsome Momma, she in love with' her grandson Love his chubby cheeks and his nice skin Lookin' like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby Maybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was Only fucks with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz Lemme tell you how I was, wild lil' nigga in the streets Nigga don't sleep, runnin' from the police O.G. told me, step on niggaz, had to get to the top Nigga we non-stop, nigga we gon' pop [Chorus] Picture me rollin' baby Boss Don Biggavel', oh man Shout ot my boy, Yung Los, on the beat Musical genius, yeah It's Gain Greene baby Domain Pain, art of lip singin' So wavy, gotta love it, Oww Aus Songtexte Mania