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otm - the ghetto lyrics

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[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
this sh+t ain’t nothin’, you’ll get flipped, n+gga
model b+tch, i just crossed her off my wishlist
i be on bullsh+t, it’s hard to give attention
my heart gone, rami piece where it should be
who you n+ggas be and where your head honcho?
drop a hundun, it’s a no+fly zone
ain’t sh+t funny and nah, we don’t do the side jokin’
in the ghetto, we’ll pull up with the doors open
drop a threeski in a twenty, that’s ’bout six hundred
just bring me money, nah, b+tch, this ain’t a d+ck appointment
my lean habits, that could probably pay your rent for you
bart choked him on and i spent more than ten on it
no fishbowls, even rеntals, we throw tint on ’em
don’t let him in this car, i don’t know, hе might snitch on us
dough beast pull up, just know we smokin’ good cookie
headshot a n+gga, sh+t, let him even look funny

[chorus: blue pesos]
drive a benz coupe, why you pull up in the ghetto?
heard it’s money on my head, stupid ridin’ by myself
why you screamin’ like a b+tch, bro? can’t n0body help you
they say you be worth too much, why you be ridin’ through the ghetto?
you drive a benz coupe, why you pull up in the ghetto?
heard it’s money on my head, stupid ridin’ by myself
why you screamin’ like a b+tch, bro? can’t n0body help you
they say you worth too much, why you be ridin’ through the ghetto?
[verse 2: duffy]
young n+gga pullin’ foreigns through the ghetto
i don’t trust a soul, they’ll k!ll me if i let ’em
who this callin’? oh, it’s some more money? sh+t, h+llo
got my mud brothers with me, i’ve been ballin’ like lamelo
and i got that sh+t on, my people and them tellin’ me i did it
b+tch, i’m a n+gga and we still be in the trenches
cup holder full of blues, bl!ck on me, i’m on central
i’m a hood star, n+gga want a quick picture with me, sh+t
competition? yeah, his mind playin’ tricks on him
ghetto heathens walkin’ in this b+tch, yeah, we too icy
he a goofy, she gon’ give the drop to me
big guns and bad b+tches at the backyard boogie
fat daddies in the house party, n+gga, don’t be a loud mouth
wrong move, we goin’ up and every n+gga with me down for it
from the east to the west ringin’ bells, we them one n+ggas
shoot the fully with my right hand ’til it’s nothin’ left, n+gga
i’m a street n+gga, really from the ghetto
the last n+gga thought i was acting got stepped on
he a b+tch, knock him out of his stilettos
i’m not to be slept on, try me, he finito, ugh



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