
webbo - talkin bout lyrics
[chorus: big rizz]
i’m a ghetto boy, what you talkin ’bout?
i hit your block, we can shoot it out
get a lot of money, in by the thou
i’m a ghetto boy, b+tch, what you talkin ’bout?
i’m a ghetto boy, what you talkin ’bout?
i hit your block, we can shoot it out
get a lot of money, in by the thou
i’m a ghetto boy, b+tch, what you talkin ’bout?
[verse 1: webbo]
i’m a ghetto boy, n+gga, what you talking ’bout?
call your main shooter, i call mine, we can shoot it out
call my main b+tch, she call her friend, we can have a threesome
my n+gga get fresh every d+mn day, like it’s easter
i’m f+cking chicken up, and get it back in the same night
just met the b+tch, she gave me head and p+ssy same night
balling on these n+ggas real hard, something like mike
don’t f+ck with these hating ass n+ggas, ’cause they ain’t right
[verse 2: peezy]
i don’t f+ck with these broke b+tches, they ain’t my type
i don’t let these p+ssy ass n+ggas out my eyesight
heard you n+ggas ratting, you security, n+gga, top flight
balling all motherf+cking year, i got my shot right
n+ggas posting guns on the net, really sweet as f+ck
my n+ggas catch bodies every week, we never break it up
your mans say he out here in these streets, but i ain’t seen him, bruh
can tell that you said in your tweets, you don’t eat enough
n+gga
[chorus: big rizz]
i’m a ghetto boy, what you talkin ’bout?
i hit your block, we can shoot it out
get a lot of money, in by the thou
i’m a ghetto boy, b+tch, what you talkin ’bout?
i’m a ghetto boy, what you talkin ’bout?
i hit your block, we can shoot it out
get a lot of money, in by the thou
i’m a ghetto boy, b+tch, what you talkin ’bout?
[verse 3: big rizz]
ghetto boy rizzy, what you p+ssys talking ’bout?
word on the street, your p+ssy ass run your mouth
i’ll catch your ass slipping, i’ll k you down
young n+gga off the sticks, with a lot of loud
n+gga, what you talking/? yeah, i do my thing
in the kitchen, whip it up, i use the microwave
i’m a ghetto boy, b+tch, i cop the new chain
you’s a broke motherf+cker, better yet a lame
[verse 4: babyface ray]
n+ggas still ain’t got no money, you should be ashamed
once i step off in that club, i’ma turn to flames
got my finger in her p+ssy, while i’m on the stage
popped ten cris bottles, like we won a game
got a lean belly, and my jeans swelling
nemons clerk looking funny, ’cause my weed smelling
sn+tching raps right out ehe streets, f+ck if my cd selling
top sweet with two hoes, b+tch, we in heaven
[chorus: big rizz]
i’m a ghetto boy, what you talkin ’bout?
i hit your block, we can shoot it out
get a lot of money, in by the thou
i’m a ghetto boy, b+tch, what you talkin ’bout?
i’m a ghetto boy, what you talkin ’bout?
i hit your block, we can shoot it out
get a lot of money, in by the thou
i’m a ghetto boy, b+tch, what you talkin ’bout?
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