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Shake The Streets Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Boof
Featuring: EBK Young Joc, Big Sad 1900
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Lil Boof




Lil Boof - Shake The Streets Lyrics
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[ Featuring EBK Young Joc, Big Sad 1900 ]

Wassup wit my nigga Lil Boof man
Aye
Nigga
Hot Boy
Pain, money and bullets that's that street affection
You know I love you bang my line if you need a weapon
Imma bust it every time when this shit get hectic
Huh we got the streets hot
Ain't no safety on that glizzy f*ck a decock
High off them pills I'm trippin out like what you see Joc
Twin 40's coo but when we slide bitch we got need chops
She f*ck with opps okay cool we gon need drops
Like bitch where they at
Just me and bro couple poles searching for a hat
I'm a dog you won't never catch me wit no cats
Real izm we speaking realer them niggas cap
Broke boy up some funds I got plenty bags
If its fonk then it's that we got plenty straps
We got plenty straps and if it's fonk then its that we got plenty straps
I got a hunnid out that bitch 90 day run
We in the 206 my nigga Joc from two-one
I told that bitch can't come around she hang wit big bums
My family came from section 8, EBT and bread crumbs
I told Tudda throw on the beat and imma go dumb
My bitches lash techs, stripper hoes and they get funds
These lil niggas got guns but they got no funds
If you ain't got fifty put up go and do some
I hit that bitch doggy style and told her don't run
This rap shit getting kinda serious it use to be for fun
Seems like everywhere I go I got to keep me one
All my bitches 5 star exotic and yours look like bums
My new bitch a snow bunny and she wear a bun
If we get pulled then she know she gon hold the gun
You ever put a hunnid in a shoe box just for fun
I sell fifty pounds of bubba I don't gotta weigh one
It's time to double back calling out of war nah we ain't doing that
Kill his brother then at the funeral that's where we do him at
It's beef then we killin' them niggas we ain't new to that
Lil bro a gangster fo real he went out blowing back
If I could save my money and quit lean I'd be rich
I ain't saving hoes and I ain't accepting every bitch
I don't argue about no hoe just mark you on my list
Beat the f*ck out of a nigga give him foots give him fists
Playing with this money and diamonds, this shit ain't nothing
That's yo bitch claim you and all we just f*cking
Came from the heights gangbanging do some hustling
Nigga playing on the net so when I see him no discussion
Bitch don't never ask me bout no nigga I don't know dude
Speaking to the bitch about my brother was a hoe move
Pull the Benz right off the floor came from the showroom
Young niggas throwin' gang signs following no rules
Yea straight like that nigga Lil Boof, EBK Joc nigga, 1900
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Wassup wit my nigga Lil Boof man
Aye
Nigga
Hot Boy
Pain, money and bullets that's that street affection
You know I love you bang my line if you need a weapon
Imma bust it every time when this shit get hectic
Huh we got the streets hot
Ain't no safety on that glizzy f*ck a decock
High off them pills I'm trippin out like what you see Joc
Twin 40's coo but when we slide bitch we got need chops
She f*ck with opps okay cool we gon need drops
Like bitch where they at
Just me and bro couple poles searching for a hat
I'm a dog you won't never catch me wit no cats
Real izm we speaking realer them niggas cap
Broke boy up some funds I got plenty bags
If its fonk then it's that we got plenty straps
We got plenty straps and if it's fonk then its that we got plenty straps
I got a hunnid out that bitch 90 day run
We in the 206 my nigga Joc from two-one
I told that bitch can't come around she hang wit big bums
My family came from section 8, EBT and bread crumbs
I told Tudda throw on the beat and imma go dumb
My bitches lash techs, stripper hoes and they get funds
These lil niggas got guns but they got no funds
If you ain't got fifty put up go and do some
I hit that bitch doggy style and told her don't run
This rap shit getting kinda serious it use to be for fun
Seems like everywhere I go I got to keep me one
All my bitches 5 star exotic and yours look like bums
My new bitch a snow bunny and she wear a bun
If we get pulled then she know she gon hold the gun
You ever put a hunnid in a shoe box just for fun
I sell fifty pounds of bubba I don't gotta weigh one
It's time to double back calling out of war nah we ain't doing that
Kill his brother then at the funeral that's where we do him at
It's beef then we killin' them niggas we ain't new to that
Lil bro a gangster fo real he went out blowing back
If I could save my money and quit lean I'd be rich
I ain't saving hoes and I ain't accepting every bitch
I don't argue about no hoe just mark you on my list
Beat the f*ck out of a nigga give him foots give him fists
Playing with this money and diamonds, this shit ain't nothing
That's yo bitch claim you and all we just f*cking
Came from the heights gangbanging do some hustling
Nigga playing on the net so when I see him no discussion
Bitch don't never ask me bout no nigga I don't know dude
Speaking to the bitch about my brother was a hoe move
Pull the Benz right off the floor came from the showroom
Young niggas throwin' gang signs following no rules
Yea straight like that nigga Lil Boof, EBK Joc nigga, 1900
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