Trina - Ghetto lyrics

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Trina - Ghetto lyrics

[Verse 1] Long nails, pack of weave Dutches and a bag of weed That's all a b**h like you need You from the f**ing ghetto That Reggie Miller that you push Don't be burning like that Cush You gone need that Reggie bush f**ing with the ghetto Moscato filling up my cup Run outs we don't give a f** New folk get me so f**ed up Coming from the ghetto So watch it when you in tha south And watch what you say out your mouth And watch yo step cuz slippers count When you in the ghetto Wife beater, n***a Tim's Slide in with some bigger rims Flip a key and hit the flee And go an get some bigger gyms Tha hood is in the building man I'll get you in your feelings man It's some sh** outside your house With rims tha size of ceiling fans I'm the pride of King Kong I'm stomping through the Congo I can make it clap clap, beat it like a bongo Cat got your tongue You tell that p**y let you tongue go Wouldn't of did this sh** right here So gutter but the song so [Chorus] Ghetto, country, hood, ratchet Put your hands up if you f**ing that sh** Ghetto, ya know opposite of busse Twelve inch yaki, big round booties Ghetto Way to hello, say I'm ghetto Fly with the medal Tell em that it is what it is I make it do what it do And I love where I live And my people love it too, cuz we ghetto [Verse 2] You in the Benz in the projects Lights in yo mama's name You hustle lock yo celly And that's the third time yo number changed Transport airbrush, outside speakers on Valentino p**y huggers High heel sneakers on My feet done, nails too All on the front porch You cooking in some Vicki's a** Hanging out yo boy shorts Camouflage stiletto's And diamonds on her metro Tatted silhouettes, cuz wet is just so f**ing ghetto Dope game, bond man Bonds money, bonds man That's how you spend funds man When you in the ghetto If you make your money easy And yo swag is off tha heezy And yo favorite rapper Jeezy You are muthaf**ing ghetto Hundred dollar jeans on Price tag bragging But tha world kiss yo a** So you where them f**a's sagging Cd of the newest choice And Nike's be tha shoe of choice Candy paint, 24's Boosters, hoes, and licka stores (ghetto, so f**ing ghetto) [Chorus (1X)] [Verse 3] Tomboys, hot boys Hammer laying in your lap Got b**hes laying in your bed And robbers laying in your trap Dubs on the four wheela TV's in the headrest And hundred dolla best Cuz he was tricking give tha head best Section eight with chase Eviction notice getting served Child support, hood homes Advance on the f**ing third Bootleg DVD's Rico had anotha kid Income tax checks You claiming other people's kids More hard gold teeth, tattoos dreadlocks You serving out tha room window Oh now you call it bedrock Lace front, long lashes Looking for a trap star Now every n***a in the ghetto He thinkin he a rap star Fully automatic stick Out a town a dummy brick Now watch him role and watch him stick When you in the ghetto Pills, dro, kid, blow And people you don't wanna know Weed bags, corner stores It's so muthaf**in ghetto [Chorus (1X)]

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