| Dun know
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| G-H-E Double T-O
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| Lewi White on production
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| Blow!
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| I’m Ghetts, I’ll be getting the girls to undress
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| I’m young yes but I’ve done mess, bun feds
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| And if I’m letting my gun rest, I’m dead
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| Come test and get left with a hung neck
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| I’m Ghetts, I’ll be getting the girls to undress
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| I’m young yes but I’ve done mess, bun feds
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| And if I’m letting my gun rest, I’m dead
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| Come test and get left with a hung neck
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| Two hours in the bath
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| Jumped out smelling like flowers in the park
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| Ready to rave, I’ve got powers in the dance
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| Blowing up like the twin towers in a blast!
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| Come from the hood 'cos I carried in the past
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| Do a back ground check when I clap down vets
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| When I come through, show some respect, I’m Ghetts!
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| Ever since get set my ch-check-check
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| I already feel like say I’ll be the best yet
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| I come better than whatever they expect
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| I’m better than them vets
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| I’ve got venom in my veins I’m a fresh threat
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| I ain’t gotta be provoked
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| I’ll teach if you need a coach
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| Furthermore get me to ghost
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| Stop tryna read my notes
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| No you niggas ain’t free to boast!
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| I’m Ghetts, I’ll be getting the girls to undress
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| I’m young yes but I’ve done mess, bun feds
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| And if I’m letting my gun rest, I’m dead
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| Come test and get left with a hung neck
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| I’m Ghetts, I’ll be getting the girls to undress
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| I’m young yes but I’ve done mess, bun feds
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| And if I’m letting my gun rest, I’m dead
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| Come test and get left with a hung neck
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| Man follow me like I’m leaving a trail
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| Wannabe’s wanna try even the scales
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| It will not happen like Jesus in hell
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| You in the top three’s like a preacher in jail
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| Surely a misjudgement
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| I got flows and lyrics in abundance
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| And no I don’t deal with assumptions
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| I could never be made redundant
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| Lewi White got the great production
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| Yeah, you know Ghett’s, one five no less
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| Not a penny short, no there’s no deduction
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| Wait, see my clothes be custom made
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| Hey, I never crossed the game
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| I never crushed a dame
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| 'Cos some girls wanna crush my name
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| Fuck the fame, when the crops stop
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| I’ma cut the caine then shot rocks
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| Buck buck on the country lanes
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| Once again I’ve got shots
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| I’m Ghetts, I’ll be getting the girls to undress
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| I’m young yes but I’ve done mess, bun feds
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| And if I’m letting my gun rest, I’m dead
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| Come test and get left with a hung neck
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| I’m Ghetts, I’ll be getting the girls to undress
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| I’m young yes but I’ve done mess, bun feds
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| And if I’m letting my gun rest, I’m dead
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| Come test and get left with a hung neck
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| You won’t ever see G-H putting on an act
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| This boy’s getting mad 'cos I’m looking at his yat
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| But I had her before him
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| I tell a breh straight the time, date and place
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| His wife made me faint
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| Why the fuck would I try take his place
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| I’ma be fly till I’m eighty eight
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| Got a couple links that try make me wait
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| Alright baby, safe, I like shady games
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| Go ahead, stunt, you can front for a month
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| When it comes to the crutch
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| Pump, pump and I buck
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| Still going on like her shit don’t stink
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| Smell’s like she jumped in a bunch of skunks
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| So once had a hunch nigga hung with a dunce
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| Tryna put crumbs in the blunt
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| I’m done with the cunt
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| When I come to the stage
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| Tell this bitch girls run to the front
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| I’m Ghetts, I’ll be getting the girls to undress
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| I’m young yes but I’ve done mess, bun feds
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| And if I’m letting my gun rest, I’m dead
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| Come test and get left with a hung neck
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| I’m Ghetts, I’ll be getting the girls to undress
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| I’m young yes but I’ve done mess, bun feds
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| And if I’m letting my gun rest, I’m dead
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| Come test and get left with a hung neck |