Lyrics

Who you fucking if it ain't me You about to make me say things You about to drive me crazy Really thought I was ya baby Who you callin on the low low You be fuckin with these broke hoes I'm ashamed to even claim you Can't believe that's it's the same you Don't you know I (Don't you know I) I know that you belong to the streets You laying with her You playing with me Said I know that you belong to the streets So don't you go saying That you belonging to me No no Oh no Don't go You belong to the streets And I'm just a rose from concrete Ohh Look at the bitches they testing my patience Big altercation, All of her pages Posting ya pictures they all on ya page And I can't keep my patience, My self control You really out here entertaining these hoes I know what you doing I know what I know Don't tell me I'm wrong Don't tell me "it's goals" You ain't nothing real You ain't from the soul You want all my shine You digging for gold You let em inside I show you the door I show you the door You belong to the streets Hey Don't come fucking with me No oh oh oh You belong You belong You belong You belong to the streets You belong to these streets Ooo whooo Belong to the streets You laying with her, you laying with her Then you laying with me You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets You belong to the streets Vocalizing...
Writer(s): Savannah Cristina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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