Freddie Gibbs - Street Sweeper (Remix) lyrics

[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 d**, 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 n***a, get a stack for a n***a Real b**hes help a n***a get his chips up n***a 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 mothaf**in' soldier Girl, 'til it's over, baby And I got a lot of hoes and I know that sh**'s complicated No time but [?] ain't it? Anything, finna k** 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)]