Street sh*t lyrics

by

Tommy Wright III



[Intro: Princess Loko]
It´s a shame how you b*tch ass cowards wanna splurge false accusations
I heard all this weak ass sh*t about Princess Loko stopped breathing
The f*ck you mean Loko´s down?
These macing ass hoes take my style but dig my motherf*cking pimpin
And if you snitch real ass b*tches suck a di*k and gotta pay the way you ran your mouth
Y´all would be some rich ass hoes
So keep a mac name out your mouth and your di*k n*ggas down
´Cause ain´t none of you finna drop as hoes ready to f*ck with Princess

[Hook: Tommy Wright III]x4
Loko, Loko
That´s what they yelling
It ain´t about the weak sh*t
It´s all about the street sh*t

[Verse 1: Princess Loko]
Street sh*t from a player
Pimpin grippin on a tone
Player haters imitaters flaugers on my hollow junt
Pistol pop a strigger happy n*ggas
With their nuts c*cked
In their hand
Bust a man
Please Loko gonna pop a cap through your skull
Leave your blood smothered in your face
Place a body bag as they drag you and I leave no trace
All about that cash stash making cheese and laying low
Scope a heavy trick n*gg´
f*ck ´em I ain´t no player hater hoe
Princess Loko coming like the wind on your funky ass
Taking Memphis by a storm
Clicking ticking in the past
Competition but you´re wishing you was dishing what I´m giving
Pimpin hippin' like I´m Mrs but I´m blowing heavy Swishers
Smart of the f*cking streets
Known like I know myself
f*cking with P Loko mane a danger leading to their death
All you see is 10 Wanted Men creeping at your door lil' b*tch
But I already think that when I kick this pimpin ass Street sh*t
[Hook: Tommy Wright III]x4
Loko, Loko
That´s what they yelling
It ain´t about the weak sh*t
It´s all about the street sh*t

[Verse 2: Princess Loko]
Back again on these b*tches ´cause Loko just got it like that
Gat in the hand with a master plan finna lay a lemon on his back
10 Wanted Men staining n*ggas ready to fire those f*cking tones
V i o l a t e we creep up and you know it´s on
West Heaven [?] ass hoes wanna be down with P
L-O-K-O I f*ck with a dirty hoe ´cause we know she going g
Camouflaging charging busters silly suckers motherf*ckers
Split his [?] head when I pop [?]
[?]
Then the average n*gga how you figure that Loko´s some sl*t
T Dog Tommy Pimpin Ramsey diggin these hoes all in their jock
[?] mobin Ten Wanted Men these player haters
Always dippin in a n*gga pimps always trying to catch a player slippin
But the P to the Loko can´t go go through now with a [?]
Just a every day Gangsta b*tch that want to slap a heavy hoe
Hard like a hammer as I jam a Glock
Finna click in this b*tch
Already made that when I kick this pimpin ass Street sh*t
[Hook: Tommy Wright III]x10
Loko, Loko
That´s what they yelling
It ain´t about the weak sh*t
It´s all about the street sh*t
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