Ghetto (ft T-pain) by Trina
Ghetto lyrics (ft T-pain)
Long nails, pack a weave
Dutches and a bag a weed
That�s all a bitch like you need
(You from the f**kin ghetto)
That REGGIE MILLER that you push
Don�t be burnin like that �kush�
You gon need that REGGIE BUSH
(F**kin with the ghetto)
MOSCATO fillin up my cup
Run out, We don�t give a f**k
NUVO get me so f**ked up
(Comin from the ghetto)
So watch it when in the south
And watch what you say, watch yo mouth
And watch yo step cuz slippers count
(When you in the ghetto)
Wife beater, nigga TIMBs
Slide out, with some bigger rims
Flip a key, and hit the flea
And go and get some bigger jeans The hood is in the building maan
I get you n ur feelins maan
Its some shit outside yo house
With rims the size of ceiling fans
Im the pride of king kong
Steppin through the congo
And I can make it clap clap
Beat it like a bongo
Cat got ur tongue
You tell that pussy let ur tongue go
Wouldn�t did this sh*t right here so gutta
But the song sooo
T-Pain (chorus)
Ghettooooo, Country
Hooooooood, Rachet
Put ya hands up
If you f**kin with that s**t
Ghettooo
You knooooo
Opposite of bougie
Twelve inch yaki
Big brown booties
Ghettooo
Wave to her
Hellooo
Saay
Im ghettooo
Ride with the medal(oooo)
Tell them that
It is what it is
And make it do what it do
And I love where I live
And my people love it too
Cause we Ghettooo
You in the BENZ in da projects
Lights in yo mama name
You hustle, lock ur celly
And that�s the thrid time ur numba change
Transport airbrushed
Outside, speakers on
Valentino pussy huggers
High heeled sneakers on
My feet done, nails too
All on the front porch
You cookin in some VICKI�s
A** hangin out ur boy shorts
Camouflage stiletto
And diamonds on her METRO
Tatted silhouettes,
(Cause that is jus so f**king ghetto)
Dope game, Bond man
Bond money, bondmans
That�s how you spend funds maan
(When you in the ghetto)
If you make ur money easy
And ur swag is off the hezzy
And ur favorite rapper JEEZY
(You are motherf**kin ghetto)
Hundred dollar jeans on
Price tag, braggin
But the world kiss ur ass
So you wear them f**kers saggin
CD of the newest choice
And Nikes be the shoe of choice
Candy paint, twenty fours
Boosters, hoes, and liquor stores
(Ghetto, so f**kin ghetto)
Chorus T-Pain
Tomboys, hot boys
Hammer laying in your lap
Got bitches laying in your bed
And robbers laying in your trap
Dubs on the four wheeler
TV�s in the headrest
And hundred dollar bets
To see which trick can give the head best
Section eight, WIC checks
Eviction notice getting served
Child support, hood homes
Advance on the f**kin third
Bootleg DVD's
Rico had another kid
Income tax checks
You claimin other people's kids
Mohawk, gold teeth, tattoos, dreadlocks
You serving out the room window
Now you call it bedrock
Lace front, long lashes
Looking for a trap star
Now every nigga 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 when you in the ghetto)
Pills, dro, kid, blow
And people you don�t wanna know
Weed bags, corner stores
(So muthaf**in ghetto)
Chorus
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