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(feat. Neo Da Matrix) [Chorus:] Fuck fuck with dat street fam, I fuck with dat street fam Fuck fuck with dat street fam, I fuck with dat street fam Fuck fuck with dat street fam, Fuck fuck with dat street fam I fuck with dat street fam, Fuck with fuck with dat street fam I fuck with dat street fam, fuck with fuck with dat street fam I fuck with dat street fam, Fuck with fuck with dat street fam Fuck with dat street fam, Fuck with dat street fam [Verse 1:] STREET FIDDA DIDDA DAM I tell it like it is, Muthafuck how it was Da shit a coward does won't fuck up my sour buzz I break em off shake em off dats jus how I does I'm clean so I lean like da pisa tower does I'm on my fidda didda fly shit, Look all ya want nigga don't try shit Back from da future, On sum Paulie Mcfly shit The doors go up and Lord knows I shit On these lame niggas, On these punk bitches U don't wanna see me reachin where that trunk switch is We in da club with the black and white skunk riches I'm matchin head to toe, Down to my dunk stitches I make them hoes throw it up like drunk bitches If not, Walk it out like Unk bitches(Bitches) Songtexte2 step ya ass on, Ya missed a lot Oppurtunity den passed on [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] U wanna hate us, Take a number and get in line Niggas start throwin shade when u gettin shine And I'm gettin mine, Like southern Cal Too hot to touch, Just came out da oven style Ask ma momma, I came out da oven wild Ma flows city slick, Slowed down southern style 2 fingas up, 2 fingas down If ya like ya chick nigga don't bring her round Da Bob Barker king in town If da price is right, Yea I'm a bring it down Baby come on down, Wait Let me tell da driver come on round, Hate Where they do dat? Everywhere we b at baby Brooklyn, New York, Now u kno where we at baby Come and fuck with us, Nigga we love to bang Fidda didda boys, a.k.a. da sutter gang [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania