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j1hunnit & ghetto baby boom – pork skins lyrics

[intro]
(alloutw4r)
(313 mafia)

[verse 1: ghetto baby boom]
two strikers back to back, hmm, lookin’ like we racin’
this ghetto business, you ain’t ready, then get out the way
i got money in the bank and i got k!llers on the way
that’s why i move how i move, i ain’t got no time to play
you say you love me? put this in your kitty, shoot ’em to kentucky
i say it’s blood on that money, don’t be scared, go and get it
when you in that water, ain’t no playin’ ’round, get to swimmin’
f+ck around and die for bullsh+t, i’m tryin’ to tell you

[verse 2: j1hunnit]
the draco kick, my arm pull back like foreskin
put a bundle on his head, i’m finna horse him
my b+tch fresh from the doc’, she confident and showin’ more skin
i told her i ain’t who i used to be, i’m important
my lawyer got me off, a free man, but not morgan
dog sh+t on me, i look like i sell organs
unc’ don’t wanna spend his whole check, i’m finna force him
fire on me like it’s the olympics, i’ma torch him
put belt to a pig ass and make pork skins
n+gga said we was blood, he ain’t my kin
n+gga ass said he front street, we front porched him
he ain’t get to lock the screen door, they backdoored him
[verse 3: ghetto baby boom]
hit him with that yop+yop, straight knocked him out his jordans
had to cut my homie off, i found out he was informant
had to cut my b+tch off, her head good, her p+ssy borin’, hmm
i can’t even tell you all the sh+t i’m goin’ through
but i could tell you how to turn nothin’ into somethin’
pull your mask down, him right there, yop, go and get him
hmm, don’t let him leave with a dollar, n+gga, bring it to me
real street n+gga, you know me, i’ll split it with you

[verse 4: j1hunnit]
i think my ass don’t stink, you can’t tell me sh+t
n+ggas get on the ‘gram, see a quote and then share the sh+t
not even knowin’ that the n+gga that’s behind it is a whole b+tch
the g on the glock stand for granny, go grab the switch
if unc’ don’t get a good fix, it f+ck around and skitz’
i got the stove on high, i’m finna make some grits
if a n+gga move wrong, then i’ma send the blitz
fire on his ass, no fingerprint, i got oven mitts

- j1hunnit ghetto baby boom lyrics

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