"Ima Ghetto Boy" lyrics

Peezy & Rocaine Lyrics

"Ima Ghetto Boy"

[Rocaine:]
'Bout to grab some blues, dawg
Give me 1750 for the blues [?]
Get dropped for a number, if my dude call
I'll leave a bitch nigga wetter than a pool, dawg
[?] with the roof off
I'm a [?] goofys talk
Be cool, you don't want the big tools involved
Rocaine need a freak bitch that do it all
I'm a real dope boy, fuck you saying, nigga?
Getting tired of these do it for the 'Gram niggas
Ain't friends, ain't bro, I ain't fam, nigga
Rocaine give a fuck, what plan, nigga?
My nigga got it out the mud, you don't know that dude
Put a 45 ho in you ho ass goons
Loud pack still slap, pocket filled with all 20's
I fucked your bitch, throw up duses

Bust [?] check a chicken
I'm a chetter boy, baby, fuck y'all niggas
I'm a ghetto boy, baby, hot boy like Wayne and Baby
Niggas petty with no fetti, guess that's why these niggas hate me
Hard work pays off, that's fasho
Put that lil shit up, nigga, that's my show
Got the Glock in the ceiling, going hard [?] trippin
If a cop or an opp on the block, better kill them

[Peezy:]
In Miami, chilling by the pool, dawg
That trap phone ringing, that's a food call
When you getting money, them niggas fooled y'all
Sipping out the bottle, 'bout to snooze off
Half naked jeans hold a loose ten
Fucked your bitch so good, she wanna move in
You should see me when I mixing, I be grooving
Balling on these pussy niggas, like we hooping
Just touched back with 30 bands, nigga
Fucking rubberbands, busting out my pants, nigga
We ain't bros, we ain't cool, I ain't your mans, nigga
Dropped the ticket on them boes, let my mans get them
My niggas act bad for real, you ain't know that, did you?
You ain't know I fucked her friend and the ho that's with you
Diamonds dancing on my neck, that's a kodak picture
I don't ohe one cent to you ho ass niggas

[Rocaine:]
Bust [?] check a chicken
I'm a chetter boy, baby, fuck y'all niggas
I'm a ghetto boy, baby, hot boy like Wayne and Baby
Niggas petty with no fetti, guess that's why these niggas hate me
Hard work pays off, that's fasho
Put that lil shit up, nigga, that's my show
Got the Glock in the ceiling, going hard [?] trippin
If a cop or an opp on the block, better kill them


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