Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Queen, artist - Trae.
Date of issue: 07.07.2008
Song language: English
Ghetto Queen |
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen |
you’re all that I need |
Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need |
money ain’t a thing, she stay down like a G*Repeat 2x* |
(Chorus — Lloyd) |
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil’lady I know |
don’t wanna ever let you go — cause oh everytime I call you be there for me baby girl I love you by my side |
so anything you need, that means you got me so just my ghetto queen gon’take that ride |
Look here lil’momma I’m gangsta |
prolly nothin like you done delt with on the day to day |
some say that I’m a star, but in the hood I’m better known as Trae |
I’m from around the way — where not too many make it out |
and even if I did it’s in my blood I’ll never take it out |
you say you got a man but I ain’t tryna take his spot |
I’m tryna be ya partna while I’m late night flippin on the block |
so we can post up on this glass, tippin the Chevrolet |
and get it, how we get it, then I’m gettin right back out ya way |
I’m in my zone so all that drama you can leave at home |
ya man can lock you down, but me ain’t nothin — rollin stone |
and if you wanna chill tell his ass to leave you alone |
cause if he run up on me, I’m a run my fist upside his dome |
understand when I say I’m grown, and on that other shit |
I’m tryna make a team but I ain’t feelin all that lover shit |
I’m tryna hit the lights and take it to you on that rubber shit |
and keep it G, and leave it on that undercover shit |
(Chorus — Lloyd) |
Ay lay back with me, feel free lil’momma |
we can go the Bahamas in the summer |
lookin for the fat (??), fuck the dumb hoes |
and know that you’ll ride with me baby fuck the po — po’s |
no pressure I ain’t gotta test ya I can leave you in my house with a hundred thousand on the dresser |
me and you — my beautiful bitch, so glamorous |
so bad niggas pullin out they cameras |
together baby the world can’t handle us hoes can’t compete, no challengers |
summer time, we float on the boat |
while I sip a lil’lean, and you puff a lil’smoke |
I’m married to my money, but you could be my honey |
the groupie bitches dump me — but I know that you love me so on that note you can take this |
me and you be shinin harder then them diamonds on my wrist, M.O.B! |
(Chorus — Lloyd) |
We can ride in my drop and spend some money on some Fendi |
you never ask what type of gold diggers try to get me them hoes are silly, but I pass 'em in the Hemi |
if a mothafucker touch you — I’m a hit 'em with that semi |
you down like my nigga, so you know I got yo’back |
anybody put they hands on you, I’m a lay 'em flat |
so spread ya wings baby come on let’s fly |
I’m down with my lady till the day that I die |
Say lil’momma what you waitin on — actin like you don’t know no better |
you say you tired of that shit, then roll with me and it’s whatever |
when in the presence of a gangsta don’t worry I got ya and fuck the stress, give me a sec — I’m a get that up out ya so get ya spot I’m on the grind right now |
I’m prolly less then two seconds away from shine right now |
you can post up and be the bitch I’m tryna find right now |
and if you can’t see that I’m tha truth baby you blind right now, Yeah |
(Chorus Till End) |