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ashley whitaker - ghetto gospel lyrics

(verse 1: ashley whitaker)
bang bang bruh here’s my letter to the streets
never bowed to defeat never beg on me cuh just smiled on my knees
imma ghetto super star needle in haystack dawg that’s me
from the ghetto to beach but i’ll still slang a iron and that’s on dead locs n the eoc
best believe we ain’t never gon speak on what this mof+cka’ done d. i. d
got shot up in the dark leave that ass in the park
soul flyin wit’ the stars
and hemad i done sn+tched on his b+tch and tore his pride apart
bruh you shoulda’ checked that b+tch right back from the start
but luckly i ain’t hurt you
when this ar15 wanna merk you
beretta show em what that mof+ckin work do
bullets send that ass back back real quick no cerfew
put that b+tch on worldstar
launder that money jus’ like i’m in ozark
one down b+tch worth a hundred thousand b+tches
100 real gs worth 100,000 snitches
f+ck a small turf bruh i’m runnin these districts
so keep the hoes in check while i’m serving out disses
ain’t my fault that ya b+tch want kisses
none of yo business the b+tch f+cked round got addicted
but i ain’t even f+cking wit you hoes not a lil
suck on this b+tch kiss on the purple pickle
extended ass bullets i’m sending out missles
send so many shots i ain’t gon miss you
revenge taste sweet but lead taste bitter
told you before i’m banging on b+tches
straight banging on snitches
don’t give a f+ck if you crippin
i did that flip
i hit then dip
i don’t want that lil bitty b+tch
if i did
i’m dumb as f+ck
cause now that lil b+tch throwing my sh+t
if you f+ck wit em
then you duck wit em
switch them sides
you stuck wit em
yall dummy dum
why you tryna run?
how the f+ck you gon out run this gun

- ashley whitaker lyrics

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