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Streets Fit But You Know It

you are really fit You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it You're fit, but you're fit, but you know it You're fit but you know it I think, I'm going

Tradução: Las calles. En forma, pero lo sabes Mc Version Remix.

would like to I think you are really fit You're fit But my gosh dont you know it Whoa! Leave it out Are you smoking something? Leave it Out Mike just leave it just leave it

Billy D, but it's Jigga's da bars (woo) Like you really gon' get me (uh huh) You look hard, but on the inside you softer than a silicon titty (haha) The chilla's wrong with me (uh) You

somethin' like a phenomenom, But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on, Ya'll hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadon, Hope you

my bandwagon Jump in my blue flames You should not try, you are not I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family

and I'll make you a hitter Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard Take

excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood. "If you

excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood. "If you