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Data di rilascio: 16.10.2019
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Ghetto Boy |
Yeah, yeah |
It’s Rio |
Ghetto Boyz in this bitch, nigga, free P |
I’m a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8 |
Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight |
Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate |
I give props when they due, I don’t never hate |
Skip the line at the club, I don’t never wait |
In the Scat' runnin' lights, I don’t never brake |
Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake |
Move the bag quick as fuck, ain’t got a lick of patience |
Eight of Wock', eight of red in one lemonade |
Drink the bitch and take a nap, call that medicatin' |
Thought about it 'fore we drunk the pint, that’s premeditation |
Oh, the bag just touched down? Now let’s celebrate |
Oh, your Cash App ain’t workin'? I take other payments |
Move the bag on my own, don’t need no inspiration |
I’m finna show you how to stack it, this a demonstration |
Nigga, pay attention |
Bro in Cali pimpin' hoes, he be breakin' bitches |
I’m finna cook a whole brick, it’s gon' take a minute |
I can’t use a scale, it’s too much weight, I be breakin' benches |
I’m a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8 |
Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight |
Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate |
I give props when they due, I don’t never hate |
Skip the line at the club, I don’t never wait |
In the Scat' runnin' lights, I don’t never brake |
Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake |
Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch his body rise |
I’m finna put the red on hold, it’s Wocky time |
Couldn’t conceal my AR pistol, it’s Glocky time |
I done took four Perc-10s, I’m on a Roxy time |
He was broke and weak, he got some money, he cocky now |
Baby, I ain’t tryna fuck, just top me down |
I hate pigs and I just wanna beef, I’m an ahki now |
This dog hittin' hard as fuck, it’ll knock Rocky out |
I’m a Ghetto Boy, baby, free Big P |
And I’m quick to chase a nigga down, I got big feet |
The SK’ll turn a nigga engine block to Swiss cheese |
These ain’t no Puma runners, baby, these some big B’s |
Take the shake out a pound, sell it for the low |
Take some flour out of town, come back with hella dough |
Bitch, I heard you loud and clear, the fuck you yellin' for? |
I grew up 'round fiends, all my life, I been smellin' dope |
I’m a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8 |
Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight |
Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate |
I give props when they due, I don’t never hate |
Skip the line at the club, I don’t never wait |
In the Scat' runnin' lights, I don’t never brake |
Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake |
I’m a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8 |