Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GHETTO YOUT, artist - Lancey Foux. Album song Friend or Foux, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
GHETTO YOUT |
| Nah, nah, nah, nah |
| Nah, nah, nah, nah |
| Nah, nah, nah, nah, mm (Yeah, yeah) |
| We can fall from grace (Yeah, yeah) |
| Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah |
| Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Yeah) |
| Ooh-woo, ooh-woo |
| Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| We can fall from grace (Nah, nah, nah) |
| We can fall above (Nah, nah, nah) |
| Tears run down my face (Nah, nah, nah) |
| Dagger in my heart (Ooh) |
| We can fall from grace (Nah, nah, nah) |
| We can fall above (Nah, nah, nah, nah) |
| Tears run down my face (Nah, nah, nah) |
| Dagger in my heart |
| Ooh, yeah (Yeah) |
| Yeah |
| Yeah-yeah, yeah (Oh) |
| Yeah (Psh, psh) |
| Psyke (Bop, bop, bop) |
| Whew (Woo) |
| Ah, woo (Bop, bop, bop) |
| Yeah-yeah (Psyke) |
| Money can’t change who I’m meant to be, my heart with a ghetto |
| My young boy right beside of me, ready to redrum |
| We can go eye to eye and see, who’ll be the scared one? |
| Nobody I idolise, it’s only me that I’m scared of |
| It’s only me in the ride at night, hop in the coupe and I tear off |
| Thinking 'bout when it’s my time to die, could go, you know I got my bread up |
| Close my eyes, tryna watch my life, and I’m looking like, «Oh, it’s you» |
| Age nineteen, what were you doing? |
| Two hoes in the bed, one couldn’t do it |
| Even the day that I hopped out the womb, I knew that I couldn’t abide by the |
| rule |
| I clocked this shit, I don’t wanna go school, came last in class, |
| first class what I flew |
| African man and I walk with the jewels |
| Walk with the blood, bring your gang, ring your crew |
| Ain’t no man I could be scared of, ain’t no man I could be scared of |
| Until I look in the mirror, ain’t no one I could be scared of |
| Any girl, I pick a rare one, she wanna fuck 'til she give up |
| I know what I am, what I’m meant for, this story gonna bring tear drops |
| Open my eyes in the ride, I’m only scared of I, I |
| Money can’t change who I’m meant to be, my heart with a ghetto |
| My young boy right beside of me, ready to redrum |
| We can go eye to eye and see, who’ll be the scared one? |
| Nobody I idolise, it’s only me that I’m scared of |
| It’s a vibe, Western .40's when we pull up in the ride |
| You better hide, little nigga, don’t act silly, bullets fly, little nigga |
| My bitch ain’t Bonnie, but I’m Clyde with this nine or this spinner (Spinner), |
| yeah |
| Bags under my eyes (Under my eyes), bags in the bank (Bags in the bank) |
| Bags stuffed in the shoe box, yeah, we’ll try make for tru' |
| You’re my brodem, we’re splitting this food |
| Used to rob niggas, still do |
| My advice, please don’t get rude |
| Feds on my back, so more time, I’m cocoon |
| Money can’t change who I’m meant to be, my heart with a ghetto |
| My young boy right beside of me, ready to redrum |
| We can go eye to eye and see, who’ll be the scared one? |
| Nobody I idolise, it’s only me that I’m scared of |