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(Yeah, Baby, you did this one) Ghetto Boyz shit nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on What up Baby? What up Mike? (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) Man, y'all niggas better stop it Up the rocket, make a nigga car look like it got hydraulics I done probably done touched more pussies than a gynecologist Nowadays, when I go buy jewelry, I bring diamondologists Lemme run into an opp while in Miami, he gon' die on Collins It don't matter if he from the street no more, my cousin died in college Bud still fuckin' with the hydroponics I miss my bitch granny, she get drank, bae tell your momma find her momma Titanium bullets in this Glock, forever Wakanda Fat nigga bet I touch more ass than Ethika boxers Went to war with this baby drake, I got veteran responses Man this bitch pussy stank so bad, I used a pressure washer I spilt the drank on the floor, I tried to peel the carpet Greedy nigga, I'll kill my momma for a two hundred thousand Ri' just dropped a whole pint, I'm finna tell my momma Was finna hit the lil' bitch but she smell like condoms Hit the dog wit' some shit yesterday, it fell tomorrow Nigga in the county cryin' bout his case, he gone tell tomorrow If a nigga take a shot at me today, I'm raisin' hell tomorrow I got a thousand blue pills I gotta sell tomorrow Will I make a million? Time will reveal, I'm El DeBarge Mike pulled the hammer out his pants and nailed the car I've been eyeballin' all day, Ima use a scale tomorrow It's late as hell, I'm finna drop a four I got a pint, we drinking 12 tomorrow Punch a nigga hard in his face, he won't smell tomorrow My dope movin' slow, aye Ri' you got a sale I can borrow? Nigga give me 40 thousand right now, I'll sell my car Tried to uplift my new bitch but she failed my heart Hmm, can you tell I'm tired? Bitch wasn't tryna go home, you can tell she fired It's hot as hell, this nigga got a sweater on I can tell he wired Sav, lemme see the hellcat, all you smell is tires No aventador, I hit the hood in a gallardo I love my fiend Lucy, she get pills, Ricky Ricardo Sales been fiend out, I gave him percs for my car note Flew back to the city, quick as hell, like where the car go? I just stuffed like 50 thousand blues in my cargos Unc just shot up a whole ounce now his arm swole Babygirl just shot up a whole house, now the alarm on If I say "Lean on me today", don't put your arm on me I'm on a highway, gettin' dumb brain from a retardo She talm bout "Keep goin'", I'm like no I'm finna park hoe Bro, I just beat the bouncers' ass now the bar closed Bro, this a glass pint of red, read the bar code I just put some water in the wock, it look like One arm, servin' niggas in the fifth, call me Marco Stale face when she say she love me, my heart cold Twelve-eights we drank in one day Bro your heart gon' blow Shit Mike, twelve-eights in one day man? Ghetto boyz shit, you know what the fuck goin' on Free the whole ghetto
Writer(s): Damario Donshay Horne Mccullough, Michael Lee Jr Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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