Ghetto Boyz

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60 for the charm, but that ain't shit, though

Turn this shit up in the headphones a lil' bit more

I feel grimy as hell right now, you know?

Facts, ****

Yeah

My muhfuckin' face balled up, right now

Mmm, ah, ah

Boy, I'll growl on one you bitch-ass ****

Yeah, ****

60 for a motherfuckin' charm, that ain't shit, though

Bitch, you better hope I don't go broke, I'm pullin' Kick Door

Bitch, I lost more money than you had, I'm still rich, though

Bitch, I'm sippin' on a twelfth of Wock, this ain't no Tris, ho

She hate the way I act, I just can't help it, I'm the shit

I left my show and came back to the trap to sell a brick

I left the O and went back to the K, I'm in the sticks

I'll leave this rap shit alone and get back in the mix

You know what's goin' on

She gon' tell me, "Pull up when you leave, don't leave your ho at home"

Made a hunnid Gs in like three days, I wasn't even gone that long

Come back home and re-up, jump back on that road

Too many **** that have they phone tapped, so I'm back on the beeper

Bad bitch called me up, I paint her face, now she like Mona Lisa

Came straight home from jail, it wasn't two weeks, I got back on the Keisha

I feel like Pookie, she keep callin' me and I just can't leave her

Boy, get off my dick 'cause you ain't got no cheese

Made a half a mill' at home, I ain't have to leave

Knocked her down off a Perc', now she harassin' me

Bitch, it ain't no limit to this pape', I feel like Master P

Yeah, Michael Corleone, sippin' good, twerkin' mobile phones

I had to cut it on to get the money, leave them hoes alone

I'm all through TSA with package on me, Boston George in Blow

I told the DEA that I'm retired, we just sellin' songs

I'll never, ever, ever love 'em like my dough

Dolce tee was like 300, but my Sprite was more

Your lil' bitch must be impatient 'cause she tryna go

Last shit you **** dropped, I wouldn't even know

I brought one, she brought one, I can't sleep alone

Countin' money, talkin' numbers, plug on speakerphones

I've been handlin' my business, gettin' bigger with the gang

A couple watchin' from the stands 'cause they went against the grain

Stop with all that playin', I pay, they dip you in your grave

All this pape', man, it's hard not to change