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Street Talk

Karde

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[Verse 1: Karde] (Got my nigga Bre, Smitty) Niggas ain't fuckin' with the Mafia Say you finna bust what's stoppin' ya East side niggas whats poppin' cuh, fuck dick riding niggas just stop it bruh Came through with Bre in the black truck, think we on a trip how we packin' stuff Iraq shit like Pakistan, hit 'em in the chest oh that's your man Not from the Middle East but you said I ran, trynna fuck us up oh that's yo plan I'm thinking you probaby need a new one When my thugs pull up ya whole crew run My mob roll deep you a shook one Not a game when ya head leakin' Temple Run Make moves like Wii or a fuckin' Kinect To get some weed hit my fuckin' connect Gold all in my bezzle, different color charms Fruity Pebbles Got ya dream girl in ya dream car, that's a Porsche of course I'm a fuckin' star Got all the work in the mansion, from CT to LA expansion Red bottoms look like my foot bloody, turn ya girl out now that bitch slutty She want want my money, she want this dick A smile and a wave is all she get She wanted World Peace back when I first Metta Looked her in the eyes and said you know better Karde why you such an asshole, bet she still gave me the ass though Stop it, my profit, is 2 mill, I'm too trill You niggas don't got shit, you just get high and pop pills Shout out to Rihanna, word around town she a bad gyal Be my baby mama, in the bed we can burn mad cals Always in some designer clothes, Givenchy, Versace it's mine ya know Give two fucks about a hater, when my iPhone ring I'll see you later Just got back from the Caribbean, her Spanish friends and they all tens Business with pleasure that's a bad mix, that's like a lame nigga with a bad bitch This street talk, this drug talk.. when my thugs talk, its gonna drop [Verse 2: Smitty] It's Bre in this bitch Stay calm when it come to these fuck niggas Blow up so quick don't know what hit ya East coast chillin' yeah that's cool with me Fine art off the Canon, gold jewelry Ya flow tight but none of y'all niggas can fool with me Got my chips all dressed in cheddar Hit ya girl once beat it up then its see you later She up in the Bentley screamin' "Bre Bre bend me" Bank roll so large it'll never go empty 96 to 2013 Chanel clean Pimp C, and premiere still comin' Bars so cold always got your nose runnin' It's NIP on MIP in all black Flights are silence with these two Gs, comin' on top nigga can't you see Game on lock with my niggas SGT, told you that we won't stop with the luxuries Bad red thick bitch with the diamonds B Rap hood, I'm good for ya take your minerals B Every nigga wanna talk about the bitches they fuck Ya bread really needa to get to start racking up Skinny nigga well paid get put on the wave My heart to the Ricans, fat asses my fave When the money come you know the girls come too Tell Dre to let the foreign women come through Nikes on my feet with the Bape on the tee She said my style is street, it's hustle time no shit come free I street talk to your girl with no I.D This ain't the life I live, the dream you gonna see We armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust
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