Street Sweeper (Remix)

[Verse 1: JMSN]

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

[Chorus: JMSN]

Street sweeper, baby

I love you like crazy

Forget the "Maybe"

Cause you're my type of lady

Street sweeper baby

Street sweeper baby, street sweeper baby

[Verse 2: JMSN]

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

[Chorus (alternate): JMSN]

Street sweeper, baby

I love you like crazy

Don't tell me "Maybe"

Cause you're my type of lady

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]

Get, get, get with it

Whole thing, we'll get it

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

[Chorus (alternate)]