Nephew

Nephew - Street Nigga lyrics

rate me

ft. 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.

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