Yeah speaking for the streets
Nah we don't claim her
Need disclaimers, please don't claim her
Please don't claim her
I don't really need your sex, hol' up
I don't really need my ex, never
I don't really need your stress, ever
I don't really need your
I don't really need your
I don't wanna hear your breah, nah
Say you wanna meet my 'rents, why
But ain't gonna pay my rent, nope
And you ain't gonna be my
You ain't gonna be my
You ain't gonna be mine
Yeah woah I went to class
And I learned the true truth
Woah, a suckah is coming in last
And they get the deuce deuce, yeah
Woah, shawty been training for choo choo
Still you wanna call her your boo boo
Take an L, that's an L, that's an L yeah
Speaking for the streets
Nah we don't claim her
She been on a spree
Shawty need disclaimers
We don't claim her
Please don't claim her
Please don't claim her
Street disclaimer
Please don't claim her
We don't claim her
Please don't claim her
Street disclaimer
Shit outta luck I got hit by a bus
And this shawty just wanna discuss it
Figured I'd pull on the string in her heart
And she'd get her hand stuck in the pumpkin
Jeez mami a tease
She and her bestie are Thelma, Louise
Please take it from me
Don't want to claim her and get a disease
I'm from the streets
Come where I come from
You know what it means
We done seen bitches with edumacation
Go out on vacation and turn into freaks
I keep the peace, word to Belize
Hope you find anyone other than treesh
She keep it bussin' and giving concussion
How she been fucking & trapping the streets
Speaking for the streets
Nah we don't claim her
She been on a spree
Shawty need disclaimers
We don't claim her
Please don't claim her
Please don't claim her
Street disclaimer
Please don't claim her
We don't claim her
Please don't claim her
Street disclaimer