Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Until Proven Fashionable, artist - Chris Crack.
Date of issue: 11.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Until Proven Fashionable |
Yeah, nigga |
I ain’t got the drip, nigga I am the wave |
Oww, Mr. Slicker than a dipstick |
Mr. Travelodge, nigga you know where I had her at |
Cutta, what up? |
We at the sake house on 6th street |
Had our own party in my limousine |
Drowning in that pussy goin' underneath |
Now she saying I’m her remedy |
We at the sake house on 6th street |
Had our own party in my limousine |
Drowning in that pussy goin' underneath |
Now she saying I’m her remedy |
Always known to slap a hater |
Fap cause I ain’t ask for nathin' |
Baskets full of napkin placements |
Jacked me for my starter coat, it’s magic baby |
Biting like the bdbugs on your mattress baby |
Hot potato, don’t believ shit but scales and calculators |
Kappa Zeta flew me out with packs and flavors |
Affidavit, signing statements |
Nothing less than racks to pay me |
And I wrote your raps, nigga |
Really just a bachelor baby, R&B gangsta |
I don’t do too much rappin', this shit slappin' baby |
And they say it’s just depression but it’s really stress |
Crack just killed the whole summer, now we holding bets |
Disappointed in they actions, 'cause they know the flex |
And ghetto just means it ain’t been stolen yet |
And they say that it’s depression but it’s really stress |
Crack just killed the whole summer, now we holding bets |
Disappointed in they actions, 'cause they know the flex |
And ghetto just means it ain’t been stolen yet (It ain’t been stolen yet) |
Clone the rest |
God-damn, baby girl thicker than soup in the fridge |
Yeah, if you know what I like then you know what it is |
Uh, yeah, she say she like sake, I called her a hotshot |
And she say she got wet off my whii-ii-p |
Line snorting, titty sucking, Petey on one |
Killer shit, target the cheeks, like Saw 1 |
Title match, flip the bitch over, down the thong comes |
Spinal tap, dick could hit boulders, leave all crumbs |
Light the pack, twist up the doja, smoking hog blunts |
Bison back, built with thick shoulders, throw a strong punch |
Bitin' back? |
Nigga that’s over, I’m the wrong one |
Cuz like the Jack Nicholson Joker, I draw a long gun |
Whew, yeah |
Now back to the booty, she sending me nudes |
Normally the bitch is a prude, but for me, she be bending the rules |
'Cause she know that Petey like it nasty |
Yeah, she know that Petey need it naa-aa-sty, yeah |