Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Queen , by - Trae. Release date: 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) |