High Street Kid

Posted on the high street

Yeah that's my gutter

In my bed with a bad B

But thou shall never trust her

We can make some bread though

You can break my bed, ho

Try ask for head, no

I turn this to a passa

Chilling with the baddest

Yeah, we the baddest

We some drillers like mechanics

No, now don't panic now

We just got these weapons for protection

I show them money, love and affection

Menace, that's my savage

Confiscate ya ten pound

He wants to rob the rappers

But he can't, they're my friends now

Left home sober, came home mashup

Told my ex that it's over

What she talking 'bout, catch up

My brother's got the knife outside and he'll use it

Don't come if he says come outside, 'cause that's stupid

Link up with my bro

And  now we're posted on the high road

We hit the back roads if it's 5-0

Posted on the high street

Yeah that's my gutter

In my bed with a bad B

But thou shall never trust her

We can make some bread though

You can break my bed, ho

Try ask for head, no

I turn this to a passa

Thou shall never trust her

Always wear a rubber

Thou shall never ever choose a ho against your brother

Thou shall never do

But if you do, you're a sucker

Wanna suck your mother

I told them, man, hush up

I told then that bare time

I left my manners in the place I left my hairline

High street kid

Baby girl, I'm a rare type

I only see my boo-boo in my spare time

I know you're here right

Posted on the high street

Yeah that's my gutter

In my bed with a bad B

But thou shall never trust her

We can make some bread though

You can break my bed, hoe

Try ask for head, no

I turn this to a passa

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My baby on the high street

Baby girl, you know I'm high street