Ima Ghetto Boy lyrics

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[Verse 1: 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 b*tch n*gga 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 b*tch that do it all
I'm a real dope boy, f*ck you saying, n*gga?
Getting tired of these do it for the 'Gram n*ggas
Ain't friends, ain't bro, I ain't fam, n*gga
Rocaine give a f*ck, what plan, n*gga?
My n*gga 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 f*cked your b*tch, throw up duses

[Chorus: Rocaine]
Bust [?] check a chicken
I'm a chetter boy, baby, f*ck y'all n*ggas
I'm a ghetto boy, baby, hot boy like Wayne and Baby
n*ggas petty with no fetti, guess that's why these n*ggas hate me
Hard work pays off, that's fasho
Put that lil sh*t up, n*gga, 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
[Verse 2: Peezy]
In Miami, chilling by the pool, dawg
That trap phone ringing, that's a food call
When you getting money, them n*ggas fooled y'all
Sipping out the bottle, 'bout to snooze off
Half naked jeans hold a loose ten
f*cked your b*tch so good, she wanna move in
You should see me when I mixing, I be grooving
Balling on these pus*y n*ggas, like we hooping
Just touched back with 30 bands, n*gga
f*cking rubberbands, busting out my pants, n*gga
We ain't bros, we ain't cool, I ain't your mans, n*gga
Dropped the ticket on them boes, let my mans get them
My n*ggas act bad for real, you ain't know that, did you?
You ain't know I f*cked 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 n*ggas

[Chorus: Rocaine]
Bust [?] check a chicken
I'm a chetter boy, baby, f*ck y'all n*ggas
I'm a ghetto boy, baby, hot boy like Wayne and Baby
n*ggas petty with no fetti, guess that's why these n*ggas hate me
Hard work pays off, that's fasho
Put that lil sh*t up, n*gga, 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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