ghetto bitches only they want ghetto stars Bet your real ward if you fuckin hears people Sensitive dicks make the game so lethal Sequals ain't never heard ain't
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got a bankhead full of broads, they got a table full of fellas And they ain't spendin' no cake They should throw they hand in, 'cause they ain't got no
to earn another stripe Ghetto Star Greyhound is my fuckin? car Ghetto Clothes, but I?m feeling like I?m ghetto far Chorus Don?t Disrespect my mind Don?t
past Now, when people see they ignore all the pain They only think about the rumors and mistakes you made So that's why I don't read all the comments
if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS No Sesame Street, kids watch BET Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED I know a dude with the deadbeat tag kids don't
in a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake Only jail cats, and niggas
If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you
unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas [Verse 1] Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend
neck twist Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss Fuck studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear And be getting head from brunettes in a lear If you ain't talkin money I don't
be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine And if you can't
I think most of the hos know me This shit ain't hard to tell For the girls that don't They call me "Bitch Hop In" Thats my nickname (Why they call you
you heard, I'm a grind till it hurt Knock on wood, I get caught won't say a word We call it a brick, they call it a bird We call it a corner, they call
(CHORUS) K.I.N.G. THe Mo City Don I Know You Heard About Me and This Mission Im On Not an R.A.T, Im Just Trying to live on, Not in a Penententary I\'d
ain't have shit, y'all boys talk down Like you didn't know T, everytime I came around Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall And don't say nothing
still ain't a hoe Letting niggaz know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggaz wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta take
still ain't a hoe Letting niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta take
