Ghetto Poet

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G Perico - Rap, In English

Ghetto Poet

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[Verse] We gon' dance, drink, twist up our fingers All the bad bitches wanna get with the gangsters Come pick a fly nigga from the clique We got money, we got blicks, we top shit Top Crip, drive around in hot shit Shake the city every time that we drop shit Me and Steelz like somethin' you ain't never seen Underground kings with iced out Clicc rings Underdogs, but now we in a big league Masked up, tryna see what the lick read George Jefferson III, anybody make a funny move, lеave that nigga on the curb Steak 48, I'm Shirlеy Temple Dead homies, I love my beautician Dead homies, I'm up on you niggas On the dead homies, I'm gunnin' for you niggas Lamborghinis in real life, all on the TV in real life, the shit you niggas dream is my real life Through all the clout and the fame, nigga, still the same Ghetto, pour it for the city, Crip James

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Credits

Writers
  • G Perico
  • Steelz
  • Soldado