lirik lagu ghetto baby boom - whole lotta tweakin
[intro]
(ayy, jay, man, run that sh~t, cuh)
[verse]
we got yoppers, we got fns in case that glocky jam
b~tch bad, but she broke as h~ll, i’m finna plug her in
go get a bank with what’s her name or drop a loc’ on such and such
i heard he got a bag on his head, i’m chokin’ thirty~plus
you know exactly who you runnin’ with, the f~ck you scared for?
i’ve been tweakin’ for so d~mn long when i was dead broke
post at every store, you know i’m finna get my roll on
i got my pole, i don’t need no n~gga with me, you better know it
up this b~tch like michael jordan, flashback, i get to goin’
b~tch say i’m borin’, f~ck you wanna do, go hit the club?
i’m finna grab a bottle, meet me on the block, it’s all love there
n~ggas don’t even play with us for rеal, that’s on my mama ‘nem
soulja~boy~ass n~ggas, they just want attention
thеy keep yellin’, “belt gang”, but they gettin’ a whoppin’
your homie came up out the feds skinny than some scissors
old f~ggot~ass n~ggas in there f~ckin’ n~ggas
we try to promote the peace, but n~ggas keep on f~ckin’ with us
you ain’t no ho, i ain’t no ho, so come and bump into me
he keep on talkin’ on the ‘net, i think i smell p~ssy
go toe to toe with any n~gga to my bed cover
i know they workin’, they keep actin’ like they slid on us
you said what up in your song? yeah, okay, whatever
that song about them ghetto girls, you know i f~ck with them
they be thumbs down, droppin’ two fours like they one of us
free them robbers out that b~tch, i need my baby ‘nem
cradle to the grave, you know forever we be rockin’ out
like what they talkin’ ’bout? them boys just talkin’, let ’em talk it out
a n~gga like me play for keeps, b~tch, i don’t play for clout
come and put that p~ssy on me, baby, come here, throw me off
these n~ggas actin’ like they steppin’, finna p~ss me off
i get money when i’m bored, money when i’m not
hmm, i get money when i’m sleep, money when i’m high
independent, i ain’t trippin’, i do good by myself
make a n~gga knock on wood like he said somethin’ bad
i don’t think you ready for this sh~t, don’t even sign up
type of n~gga tell, they come and pick you out of lineup
you can live a long life, but you only dyin’ once
so before you do some sh~t, just make sure that you do it right
she wanna f~ck me ’cause she heard a n~gga solid, hmm
good b~tch, head good, low mileage, hmm
ass fat, ‘za pack, it’s exotic, woo~wee
make a n~gga worry ’bout it, all that plottin’, huh
get the right number, have her alley~oopin’, hmm
we ain’t doin’ nothin’, a whole lot of tweakin’
[outro]
get the right number, have her alley~oopin’, hmm
we ain’t doin’ nothin’, a whole lot of tweakin’
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