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ghetto baby boom - teach him a lesson lyrics

[intro: ghetto baby boom]
(drum dealers)
yeah

[verse 1: ghetto baby boom]
he thought he had some mail comin’ in the mailbox
soon as he open that b+tch up, his mans head drop
we don’t care ’bout leg shots, mac call, we grab a red pop
i’m in your city, we get to it how we blood huntin’
sl!ck just walked in with a stick with a shh on it
me and von back to back, that’s my doin’ brother
pull up in a trackhawk so fast, d+mn near blew the engine
don’t even jump inside this car, you scared to blow your pistol

[verse 2: vonoff1700]
n+gga f+ck with us or you gon’ die, it ain’t no in the middle
the opps havin’ a party, get the lo’ and i’ma send a missile
oh, you miss your bro? don’t worry about it, i’m finna send him with you
put a drum under my glock and beat a n+gga like an instrumеntal
lil’ bro got that straight off of the pad, this ain’t no f+ckin’ rental
catch a n+gga dissin’ on the gang, sh+t gon’ gеt detrimental
how lil’ bro shot the pic and i’m gon’ shoot that b+tch straight off the dribble
he tried to get away, we shot his back and now that n+gga crippled

[verse 3: ghetto baby boom]
hmm, yop, now that n+gga missin’
should’ve heard that p+ssy n+gga scream when them b+tches hit him
say it turn you on, i get to swingin’ when i’m with my n+ggas
when i’m by myself, it still’ll save you, you can’t tell the difference
police want me bad, they heard i put belt to a couple n+ggas
he ain’t certified, he act like i don’t know the difference, though
send a n+gga on a trip [?] like he in middle school
how the f+ck your gun jam? you ain’t even know what to do
[verse 4: vonoff1700]
we don’t give a f+ck, he with his kids, we still k!llin’ dude
put vests on von, i’m finna take n+ggas to k!llin’ school
when you catch ’em, put that b+tch all on his head, make sure you finish dude
he on house arrest, i’m tryna leave his brains all in the living room
man, that n+gga that you dissin’ in them songs, we gon’ k!ll ’em soon
man, this sh+t is not for kids, i make k!llin’ tunes
b+tch, wash your ass and clean up, that’s my living rule
all+black 1s with no laces, them my k!llin’ shoes

- ghetto baby boom lyrics

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