Nephew - Street Nigga lyrics
rate meft. Juvenile Mob Boss
Hey, hey, hey,
If this rap gonna pop then I’m like oh well
Guess I’m back on the block make this coco sell
Cause I’m a street nigger, real street nigger
I fuck with street niggers, real street niggers
Juve I’m a street nigger, that’s right, I … black
When it come to get this money I stay breaded like a hotdog
My … coat is official, with my tattoos and my diamond chains
You know… I steal my designer game
So who ask me a thing about what you read in the article
And nigger I’m the shit like I was born up in the toilet boy
I need another drink it call it the only way…
I am from another planet, visit me on Pluto
The women wanna fuck us we tell them they need a bat plane
Me and my … calling us batman
Smoking up with my nephew, chilling up in the hussle
Pull the plan together, about to go hit this hussle round
If this rap gonna pop then I’m like oh well
Guess I’m back on the block make this coco sell
Cause I’m a street nigger, real street nigger
I fuck with street niggers, real street niggers
Money on my mind, my pistol’s my only passenger
I’m out here on my grind with a big old ass 40 caliber
Old up 95 with a quarter brick in the Acura
20 pounds on weed on a George tripping the challenger
Yeah I got it matter of fact it’s on me right now
And yeah I got answers money got me…
Now you can hit the bodies motherfuckers whole sale
Or I can sit up in the spot and make the whole 12
And I can even triple profit at the…
A dollar bag a rabbit food will make me 3 more
If I ain’t a hussler then what do you call that
I’m all that, and mu bread long, that’s why my head gone
If this rap gonna pop then I’m like oh well
Guess I’m back on the block make this coco sell
Cause I’m a street nigger, real street nigger
I fuck with street niggers, real street niggers
I’m from a city full a killers, you can’t get cold slipping
I was raised in the section, with niggers come up missing
They don’t know no true religion, these niggers rocking dickings
With a big old ass pistol, they trigger finger’s itchy
I was raised to be a Christian so lord please forgive me
Yeah, caught up in the kitchen, addicted to the whipping
These cookies so pretty, I’m only dropping 20’s
It’s hard for me to listen if you ain’t talking benjies
If you ain’t talking benjies, then please miss me
These crackers wanna pinch me, I know they trying to get me
So a nigger had to switch it, now rapping is my living
Me and neph on a mission, and bitch we gotta get it
Hey, hey, hey,
If this rap gonna pop then I’m like oh well
Guess I’m back on the block make this coco sell
Cause I’m a street nigger, real street nigger
I fuck with street niggers, real street niggers.