Kelly Rowland - Street Life lyrics

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Oooh, there go my baby daddy

Pullin’ up like Ay Girl, Leggo

Oooh, see how he pushing that Caddy

We’re never leaving this place

Uhm, It’s so throwed, so throwed, so Throwed,

Oooh, the hood ain’t ready

It’s the mentality Hate

Coming from the

Street life we know Exciting though

We like to go to school for education

But the street life we know

Don’t write no notes

It’s like parole with the time we’re facing

Ain’t nobody gonna help

Tryin’ to survive himself

These will cause all your fail

Aint all the game is money

The news paper call it street life

The recession eating me alive

Trying to get where the breeze is nice

So I can breathe

Everybody around me tryin’ to get to the money

(including me)

Oooh, my best friend named Abby

Be up In LIVE like waiter, XO

Oooh, and she be rolling that fatty

And puffing long as it takes

Yeah, ‘cause stuff is so cold

So cold

So cold

So cold

And is throwed

But the truth is her mind ain’t ready

But what she got the next day

Coming from the

Street life we know exciting though

We like to go to school for education

But the street life we know

Don’t write no notes

It’s like parole with the time we’re facing

Ain’t nobody gonna help

Tryin’ to survive herself

These will cause or you'll fail

Mamma didn’t raise no dummy

The news paper call it street life

The recession eating me alive

Trying to get where the breeze is nice

So I can breathe

Everybody around me tryin’ to get to the money

(we’re just trying to get to the money)

This for my nigga with them four baby mamas

Silly full of dramas

Saving her receipts because she never keep a promise

This presidential Roll-e don’t make me Obama

So don’t judge me by my jewelry, please, your honor

The persona of this dope dealing summer time

Top dropper winter time fooling five rocker

Ooh, what it be like?

Is just king pushing Kelly roll, giving you the street life

Coming from the

Street life we know

It’s letting go

We like to go to school for education

But the street life we know

Don’t write no notes

It’s like parole with the time we’re facing

Ain’t nobody gonna help

Tryin’ to survive and tell

Easy pops the pill

Ain’t shit round here funny?

The news paper call it street life

The recession in me alive

Trying to get where the breeze is nice

So I can breathe

Everybody around me tryin’ to get to the money