Ima Ghetto Boy

Peezy & Rocaine - Rap
Ima Ghetto Boy
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Duration: 2:29
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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 bitch nigga 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 bitch that do it all I'm a real dope boy, fuck you saying, nigga? Getting tired of these do it for the 'Gram niggas Ain't friends, ain't bro, I ain't fam, nigga Rocaine give a fuck, what plan, nigga? My nigga 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 fucked your bitch, throw up duses [Chorus: Rocaine] Bust [?] check a chicken I'm a chetter boy, baby, fuck y'all niggas I'm a ghetto boy, baby, hot boy like Wayne and Baby Niggas petty with no fetti, guess that's why these niggas hate me Hard work pays off, that's fasho Put that lil shit up, nigga, 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 niggas fooled y'all Sipping out the bottle, 'bout to snooze off Half naked jeans hold a loose ten Fucked your bitch so good, she wanna move in You should see me when I mixing, I be grooving Balling on these pussy niggas, like we hooping Just touched back with 30 bands, nigga Fucking rubberbands, busting out my pants, nigga We ain't bros, we ain't cool, I ain't your mans, nigga Dropped the ticket on them boes, let my mans get them My niggas act bad for real, you ain't know that, did you? You ain't know I fucked 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 niggas [Chorus: Rocaine] Bust [?] check a chicken I'm a chetter boy, baby, fuck y'all niggas I'm a ghetto boy, baby, hot boy like Wayne and Baby Niggas petty with no fetti, guess that's why these niggas hate me Hard work pays off, that's fasho Put that lil shit up, nigga, 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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- Rocaine
- Peezy