Street Sweeper (remix) Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

Her name was Tracy 

Workin' at the bar tryna be a star 

Dreams of babies, yeah 

A house and a car, to cover the scars 

But she knows 

Only a temporary fix 

But that's how it goes 

Even perfect people miss 

Street sweeper, baby 

I love you like crazy 

Forget the "Maybe" 

Cause you're my type of lady 

Street sweeper baby 

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Street sweeper baby, street sweeper baby 

What she wanted 

Was to move to France, paint and dance 

And I bought it 

Not a wealthy man but we can fake a plan if you want to 

Just a temporary fix 

But what do I know? 

Even faithful people slip 

Street sweeper, baby 

I love you like crazy 

Don't tell me "Maybe" 

Cause you're my type of lady 

Get, get, get with it 

Whole thing, we'll get it 

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Every visit, she was all about the chip, chip, chips 

When I hit, hit, hit it, so ride out 

I got a room in the city 'bout a mile out 

I got the drugs, baby girl you can [?] 

And I be chillin' in the Caddy on vogues 

About an ounce to roll, I'll be outside when you clock out 

Shout to my hoes in the strip club 

Ass in the air, legs bent up 

Down to move a bag for a nigga, get a stack for a nigga 

Real bitches help a nigga get his chips up 

Nigga she be on the wheel lookin' for the rollers 

As I'm ridin' shotgun, blow doja 

It may be a shootout if we get pulled over 

But she ain't trippin', she a mothafuckin' soldier 

Girl, 'til it's over, baby 

And I got a lot of hoes and I know that shit's complicated 

No time but [?] ain't it? 

Anything, finna kill it 

Make her body rock, body drop when I pull it 

Girl you're number 1, number 1 with a bullet 

Number 1 with a bullet