Lyrics:
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New
And he dancing round naked off the drugs with his eyes closed
This just a ghetto love story another tragedy
And she dancing round naked she just wanna
to tell the world)
Feel this dog
(Speak ya story, Yung Gun)
[Chris]
Yo I was brought up in the wildest streets
Where niggas pack everyday,
'em go
I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow
Give me money and I can keep my temper low
Everbody knows love, clubs, cars
My name is Durrty
Ghetto keem you ain’t knowin X3
It’s Durrty Ghetto Keem
An this a RAPS Production
Hook ????
Steel on my lap it ain’t got no
some new cruz
I missed the old ghetto
I turned a go getter
I feel in love with the game
I wrote a love letter
Mehn I miss the old hood
They don't even
the same yo Train, tell em
(We're all in the same gang)
Brothers killin' other brothers
I thought the idea was to love one another?
Open up the paper to one
don't you worry I'm just Tryna write about the ghetto stories mama let me speak about the ghetto stories
And bitch I been off the porch mother fuckin
shawty by my side an she super fine
Oh shit now you got me singing oh my god
Love the way yo lips taste baby lollipop
Triple black 95s baby just because
of the story is
If you don't have something good to talk
Shut up na by force
Okay maybe you can whistle
Just in case you want to use it
Haha ok let me talk well
the lot fo' lockin' it and you know that im co-rocking it
Shoebox full of money with a sock in it
And we celebrating the ghetto by popping it
So no
Yeah. yall no what it is .
its anudda 1 of dose . yes !
Man its ya boy wiz khalifa man.lets do it . yo ! uhh
im kinda hot now money gettin longer
I love when you letting me be the man
Let me take you by the hand like Wendy and Peter Pan
If you fly by night that's right I'll let you make a wish
NEXT MESSAGE
Yo, I don't know where to start
Uh, check it out, music is
- my total existence, dawg, straight up
Everything with my life revolves
of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off
A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
Cause di youth a die now so young
Yo Tyrone
Mi wan disallowed wi di violence
Dem deh a road
A house with couple stories up Inna e sky
Mi wan fi own
Dey
Guerrilla flows
Still on that same shit, same time
Still from that same clique, same side
Real niggas ain't impressed by the stories they bring
When it's all
Feasting like a beast
I’m going feral
Singing 'bout my feats
Christmas carols
Got love on the gram
Sellin' my work by the gram
Then they just buy by
play
Families seem like the real enemy
A true, true friends of me is trees and Hennessy
I love the ghetto life, FDR city lights
Burnin L's inside
or in hell's Armageddon
Just a little ghetto
Where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little (yo, yo
only a little (yo, yo)
Been in rich places, sick places
Seen my story on six thousand six hundred and sixty six pages
Wages, I wrote six aces
elle ne blague pas
T'es une chochotte, vas-y, drah ça
J'suis l'frère d'une star depuis la primaire
Donc les jaloux, les lovés, les gens louches
Les
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
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