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Street Life
DJ Kay Slay
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I'm done livin' that street life
You know I had to do something for the ladies
I want you to be my wife, wife, wife
DJ Kay Slay
The night that I almost died, you stood by my side
By my side, Kay Slay, what up?
I never seen her in my life (Never)
I scooped her on my man block
Strapped her with a package after I fucked at the dream spot
Coke all in the back room, baggies in the cabinets (Baggies)
She know I'm a rapper but ain't meet me on no rapper shit (Nah)
I don't do the pills but she gotta be how ecstasy feel (Gotta be)
We ride out to Donny Hathaway or Stephanie Mills
Attracting the vibe, shorty so relaxed on the job (Relaxed)
She never nervous, mega bus with Prada strapped to her thigh (Prada)
I did a light bid, she was there for me (Light)
Doing that time let me know who really care for me
If I'm in Givenchy, she do the Chanel (Chanel)
Feds wanna question her but she never attab (Twice)
Nah, definition of a ride or die (Ride or die)
I keep it a hunnid with her, I ain't gotta lie (Uh)
Down to slide, it feel like I'm running outta time
She was with me in the trap, told me I'm running outta dimes (Damn)
I'm done living that street life (Street life, uh)
I want you to be my wife (My wife, my wife
My wife, my wife, my wife, my wife)
You're the true ride or die (Ooh)
You stood by my side, hey, oh
There's nothing that I won't do, yeah
A million pairs of bloody shoes
Whatever any woman do, don't compare to you, oh
Baby, know I used to bang, mmm, mmm
Jacking D boys who's thing, yeah
And even when I blew trial, you still carried my child, ooh
I'm done living that street life
I want you to be my wife (My wife, my wife
My wife, my wife, my wife, my wife)
You're the true ride or die (Ooh)
You stood by my side, hey, oh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Shorty gon' know what you thinkin', she a real one (Yes)
We ain't even gotta be speaking, she'll still come
God forbid and I'm biddin' too when the pill come
She gon' hold it down, she did it when it could kill some
Lady heroine type to take it to Maryland
Ballin' in the county, stamp on it, a terrapin
On me like a bounty 'cause she know that I'm arrogant
Thinkin' I could do what I want like, "Who is Carolyn?"
It's a gamble, street shit she can handle
Keep the flow going and hit bodegas with samples
Coming on a visit in different Bottega sandals
Chip lover, I'm lit better when she the candle
Can't lie, she a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
Never catch her in a bad fit (Uh-uh)
Body done, biatch
You could tell she dress well but bag sick
You're one of a kind
Mind so divine
Right from the start
You had my heart
I'm done living that street life
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done)
I want you to be my wife (Be my wife)
You're the true ride or die (Ooh)
You stood by my side (Stood by, stood by, stood by, yeah)
I'm done living that street life (Oh, oh, yeah)
I want you to be my wife (My wife, my wife
My wife, my wife, my wife, my wife)
You're the true ride or die (Oh)
You stood by my side, you stood by my side, oh
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