Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Until Proven Fashionable , by - Chris Crack. Release date: 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 |