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ghetto baby boom - ghetto megatron lyrics

[intro: ghetto baby boom]
(313 mafia)
hmm
yeah
(don’t worry ’bout it)
ghetto
(ghettoist in america)
get ’em, n+gga

[verse 1: ghetto baby boom]
it ain’t no way he said that sh+t he said, done died like he did
it ain’t no way they say i’m hidin’, b+tch, i live outside for real
go pop a perc’, i pulled up on these n+ggas, ain’t got no time to chill
you got a striker? i got a striker too, but my sh+t got no tint
i be up thuggin’ all day and night, that’s why i got no b+tch
i could look you in your eyes, tell it be real or counterfeit
i throw up westside, but i be on the east with ghetto ‘nem
we locked in forver, you got tweaker ties or you my n+ggas

[verse 2: babytron]
gallery department, patch on the shoulder like i’m hitler
get the 448s and break ’em down just like they twizzlers
if i died a hundred terabytes, then i’m with ri in physics
throw your 3d glasses on, the bl!ck came out a 3d printer
can’t believe that this the b+tch you claim, i’m in here knee+deep in her
thousand+dollar wagyu, i came from eatin’ tv dinners
i can’t believe he walked out thinkin’ them czs hittin’
lil’ bro won’t give a pass, ain’t got a freebee in him
[verse 3: ghetto baby boom]
grew up in the ghetto, ain’t have no food, was out here stealin’ noodles
now these b+tches pay me just to f+ck and take me out to dinner
you a quarter, i’m a winner, i grew up ’round drug dealers
n+ggas hate the way i pop my sh+t when i’m with sh+ttyboyz
we’d hit they block at any time and make plenty noise
you know i’m a magician, right? don’t play with me, i’ll get you gone
i love my ghetto hoes, they keep on callin’ me with different lo’s
like what you got a pistol for? you scared to shoot that b+tch, i know

[verse 4: babytron]
i just got some long head from dt the delivernoid
yeah, i see you in that lil’ ‘cat, the racks make bigger noise
put that lil’ arp away, we totin’ bigger toys
if i open up the turkey bag, you gon’ say, “k!ll the noise”
lil’ fuzz don’t pop pills, he bloodhounding
lil’ blood only fifteen, but up a dub countin’
when my back was up against the wall, i found the plug ’round me
i got enough in this bottega bag to leave the club drownin’

[outro: babytron]
sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia
(long live $cam, rip chris, thhl sh+t
you hip skip, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, nyah)
(alloutw4r)

- ghetto baby boom lyrics

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