| Long nails, pack of weave
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| Dutches and a bag of weed
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| That’s all a bitch like you need
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| You from the fucking ghetto
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| That Reggie Miller that you push
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| Don’t be burning like that Cush
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| You gone need that Reggie bush
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| Fucking with the ghetto
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| Moscato filling up my cup
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| Run outs we don’t give a fuck
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| New folk get me so fucked up
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| Coming from the ghetto
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| So watch it when you in tha south
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| And watch what you say out your mouth
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| And watch yo step cuz slippers count
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| When you in the ghetto
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| Wife beater, nigga Tim’s
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| Slide in with some bigger rims
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| Flip a key and hit the flee
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| And go an get some bigger gyms
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| Tha hood is in the building man
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| I’ll get you in your feelings man
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| It’s some shit outside your house
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| With rims tha size of ceiling fans
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| I’m the pride of King Kong
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| I’m stomping through the Congo
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| I can make it clap clap, beat it like a bongo
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| Cat got your tongue
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| You tell that pussy let you tongue go
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| Wouldn’t of did this shit right here
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| So gutter but the song so
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| Ghetto, country, hood, ratchet
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| Put your hands up if you fucking that shit
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| Ghetto, ya know opposite of busse
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| Twelve inch yaki, big round booties
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| Ghetto
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| Way to hello, say I’m ghetto
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| Fly with the medal
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| Tell em that it is what it is
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| I make it do what it do
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| And I love where I live
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| And my people love it too, cuz we ghetto
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| You in the Benz in the projects
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| Lights in yo mama’s name
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| You hustle lock yo celly
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| And that’s the third time yo number changed
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| Transport airbrush, outside speakers on
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| Valentino pussy huggers
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| High heel sneakers on
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| My feet done, nails too
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| All on the front porch
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| You cooking in some Vicki’s ass
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| Hanging out yo boy shorts
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| Camouflage stiletto’s
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| And diamonds on her metro
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| Tatted silhouettes, cuz wet is just so fucking ghetto
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| Dope game, bond man
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| Bonds money, bonds man
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| That’s how you spend funds man
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| When you in the ghetto
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| If you make your money easy
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| And yo swag is off tha heezy
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| And yo favorite rapper Jeezy
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| You are muthafucking ghetto
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| Hundred dollar jeans on
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| Price tag bragging
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| But tha world kiss yo ass
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| So you where them fucka’s sagging
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| Cd of the newest choice
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| And Nike’s be tha shoe of choice
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| Candy paint, 24's
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| Boosters, hoes, and licka stores
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| (ghetto, so fucking ghetto)
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| Tomboys, hot boys
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| Hammer laying in your lap
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| Got bitches laying in your bed
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| And robbers laying in your trap
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| Dubs on the four wheela
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| TV’s in the headrest
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| And hundred dolla best
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| Cuz he was tricking give tha head best
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| Section eight with chase
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| Eviction notice getting served
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| Child support, hood homes
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| Advance on the fucking third
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| Bootleg DVD’s
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| Rico had anotha kid
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| Income tax checks
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| You claiming other people’s kids
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| More hard gold teeth, tattoos dreadlocks
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| You serving out tha room window
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| Oh now you call it bedrock
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| Lace front, long lashes
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| Looking for a trap star
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| Now every nigga in the ghetto
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| He thinkin he a rap star
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| Fully automatic stick
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| Out a town a dummy brick
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| Now watch him role and watch him stick
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| When you in the ghetto
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| Pills, dro, kid, blow
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| And people you don’t wanna know
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| Weed bags, corner stores
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| It’s so muthafuckin ghetto |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto , by - Trina. Song from the album Diamonds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп