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mustard - ghetto tales lyrics

[intro: jay 305]
uh, motherf-ckin’ hood tales, n-gga
n-gga these my hood tales
motherf-ckin’ hood tales, n-gga
uh, uh (mustard on the beat ho)

[verse 1: jay 305]
woke up, brushed my t–th
cross the street, holla at moe g
“tell me about the raid that happened down the street”
blowing out smoke, telling me
“watch these suckas, keep you a freak
but most important, get your money”
smiles and cries, hi’s and bye’s
fo’sho, whatever that means
got some game now let’s get something to eat
pick up m got in the wind
forgot i left my pistol in the rental i was in
shootup there got my sh-t
back to the block where i heard some sh-t
same time i got a text from punk -ss b-tch
“i’m pregnant”, “ain’t nothing happening
i used the condom b-tch, i ain’t the daddy”

[chorus: jay 305]
in the hood, ghetto tales
uh, in the ghetto n-gga
uh, i’m a ghetto n-gga
i’m a ghetto n-gga
in the hood, ghetto tales
uh, in the ghetto n-gga
uh, i’m a ghetto n-gga
i’m a ghetto n-gga

[verse 2: teecee4800]
woke up quick, right about noon
just thought that i had to be in midtown soon
yankee fitted hat n-gga to start my day
we bang the deuce over here, this ain’t west la
put on my fresh blue chucks with the flat blue laces
put on my earrings, make sure them b-tches is blanging
check the store, press any n-gga look like he banging
couple hours later just me and my n-ggas, we sw-nging
it was about six o’clock, seen the house on the block
with all the lights out looking like a easy flock
all you gotta do is knock, told that little n-gga get out
grab the safe, grab the jewelry n-gga and get out
uh, now we at the skating rink n-gga
parking lot cripping, seen a couple n-ggas slipping
pulled up on him quick, n-gga dropped the whole clip
didn’t leave no witnesses, that’s some hood sh-t

[verse 3: jay 305]
what? hood -ss b-tch
shut the f-ck up, go put on some sh-t
oh sh-t, there go the police
crash! i ain’t getting caught in the sweep
i’m breaking trying to shake him
in my new gucci’s, i wish i would’ve change ’em
fish game alley way the bird came out
ran to my motherf-cking aunty tammy house
i’m ghost, i got away
but that don’t mean i won’t get another day
smokin’ homie tryna sell me his j’s
type of sh-t that happen every f-cking day

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