EST Gee - Turn The Streets Up (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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EST Gee - Turn The Streets Up (en) Lyrics
Turn the streets up
Turn the streets up gee
turn the streets up
And I believed in dope dealers
not the tooth fairy
They told me slide every day
to learn to shoot better
He still a og well respected
but he too heavy
He taught us money murder
happen like a new level
And if you keep it all together
then your crew special
I'm smoking cigarettes in a foreign
burning my seat leather
I ain't tripping this my shit
not no exotic rental
When politicking don't talk listen
figure out intention
You don't want no motor mouth ass
nigga as your co-defendant
Too many grown ass men out
here co-depending
Relying on another nigga
to go fix they issue
The type of shit to make my
situation monumental
Three of us hopped out rentals run
off knock off niggas mental
We leave he walk with limps like shitting
without no toilet tissue
You prolyl playa but can't play
us with no fundamentals
Games I fix em' pay my
competition coast
You gotta take the heat out
here come with it out here
claiming killers
Real street vendor french our trap houses
more bitter senses (yeah)
When the police come tell
em' you ain't see nun
Don't lay your head at the spot
you bring yo freaks up
I'm surping strong dog
overdose a t-cup
I show the fiends love hit
me if you need sum
Yeah I got it out the stove
Block hot heart cold
Foreigns, big dracs
If anyone of these bullets touch
him he won't be the same
The way I make a tough ass nigga holler
out for they momma name
It'll be a cold day in hell you
think that I'ma change
Twisting the bowl make it swole
add the lighter cane
Even if I stretch it it's gone come
back like a lighter change
We wrapped his arm up with the seat
belt then we tied his legs
This the same batch killed his
buddy think he want the same
He want the highs to project
him to another plane
Then when he come down he gone call
me in a couple days (yeah)
Man I got you
Hold up hold up what we say
They been using and abusing the
young turnt nigga shit man
They need to hear from
that real nigga man
The biggest
You niggas
ain't turnt we can go yall
Ahhh
we ain't even apologizing
Man turn the
streets up man
Aye till I'm on that side
turn the streets up
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