Streetz

Girl, you think you're grown, acting like the victim, now you know I am not wrong
I guess I just know how to pick em, now she coming on real strong
I can smell the scent of liquor, bad decisions we too gone
Gotta get it out our system

You say I got a type, but it's just bad bitches
And some niggas be resenting, cause my bag different
I know the field, I play the game, just call me Jerry Rice
My favorite women act so tough, but lowkey really nice
But I been slipping, I done tripped up, bout once or twice
Went from come and spend the night, to come and spend your life
Fuck around and jump the gun, and that's how niggas die
These hoes be creeping for a peek into a nigga life
Just done opened me all up, so she can start a fight
Breathing air into my lungs, but then go grab a knife
You really tweaking, kinda feel you did this out of spite
But I ain't tripping, I ain't do nothing, but lay the pipe
You know I'm right

Girl, you think you grown, acting like the victim
Now you know I am not wrong
I guess I just know how to pick em, now she coming on real strong
I can smell the scent of liquor, bad decisions we too gone
Gotta get it out our system

Get it out our system
Yeah, think I feel you win the the wind, come on
Come on, strong
You was such a vixen, vixen, yeah
But you never listen, listen, to me
Tried to show you different, tried to show you better
Tried to love you longer, I tried to get you wetter
But you, you know what you did

Girl, you think you grown, acting like the victim
Now you know I am not wrong
I guess I just know how to pick em, now she coming on real strong
I can smell the scent of liquor, bad decisions we too gone
Gotta get it out our system



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Writer(s): Casey Johnston
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