CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ghetto Ice
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)
B*t*h, you crazy
What?
Got a ghetto b*t*h, she got a** and?t**ties
All?at Blue Flame?and went to Magic City
Head so?good, I almost crashed the Bentley
Brought my girlfriend and let her smash her with me (Iced Up Records)
Popped an X pill, feel like I'm teethin' and sh*t
I don't got no friends, I be schemin' and sh*t
Pull up to my show, a bunch of demons and sh*t
This b*t*h act like she ain't f**kin', just be teasin' and sh*t
I don't trick, but I'll buy an ounce of weed for a b*t*h
Out of town doin' shows, in Muskegon with sticks
I'm horny, feelin' like R. Kelly, I might pee on a b*t*h
Buy a half a brick of soft and put my feet on the sh*t
IUR, Ghetto Boyz, that's a million in jewelry
Hands crampin', tryna count a quarter million in twenties
Nappy-head b*t*h, what you want, some zillions or somethin'?
I ain't gon' stop hustlin' 'til I make a billion or somethin'
B*t*h, I'm with the mob like I'm Sicilian or somethin'
This ho told me to bust in her, she want children or somethin', yeah
Shooter got no sense, he been done killed you for nothin'
This b*t*h freaky and a stuffer, put some pills in her onion
Love Balenciagas, I got all the flavors, yeah
Hundred round drum, clip like an alternator, n***a
Fifty in my pocket, blow it all this evening
I do shows and Karo pints, yeah, I want all the paper, b*t*h
Sh*t, I'll do a song with God if he got the paper
If it's enough pape' on his head, I'll drop the mayor
One day I tripped out off them bars and damn near shot a baby
I ain't lackin' when I shop, I got the Glock in Macys
I took the badges off the Scat', bro, this not a basic
Front and back pockets full of pape', but I'm not Lil Baby
B*t*h, come sign your life away, IUR the label
Fetty on the dog'll knock you out like Gervonta Davis
Yeah, her pu**y cheap as f**k, she gave me top for eighty
Out of town to meet my plug, I had to stop in Vegas, yeah
Damn near smacked a tree, I'm drinkin' Wock' and Wraithin'
Soon as my baby twenty-one, might pour up pop with Navy, yeah (Iced Up Records)
Pop a pu**y n***a like I'm poppin' Percs, yeah
Shady n***a keep a pole, b*t*h, I got Glock in church (N***a)
40 in my pants look like I'm rockin' merch
Had to run off on the plug 'cause we ran out of work (Pu**y)
This an eight of clean Wock', b*t*h, this not Patricia
B*t*h talkin' 'bout drink green Wock', ho, you not with Tizzle
Ridin' around with that cold-a** Glock, ain't drop no bodies with it
Could've hit him in his top, you shot his leg, bro, you not a killer
Ghetto Boy for life, b*t*h, that's what I claim
Hundred rounds on a new AR, why I gotta aim?
Nowadays, twenty, thirty thousand, that be pocket change
Was finna buy a whole case of Tris, but then the Wocky came
I was finna f**k my b*t*h, but then her mama came
Now I'm finna bust her mama down, I spit a lot of game
I was finna hit the b*t*h raw, but then some condoms came
Life was good when I was broke, I made a hundred and then the problems came
I was 'bout to buy some drank from Lou, but then the doctor came
We be sippin' Act', you drinkin' Chlos, that is not the same
Rose gold watch on my arm, it got Obama name (Major)
Used to have a blowhouse right on Conner, right off Promenade (N***a)
Heard you told on all the guys when you starred in court
I be sippin' too much drank, I almost got divorced, ayy
All I want for Christmas is a pot and fork
Brand new 911 Porsche, I call it Martin Lawrence, uh
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)
B*t*h, you crazy
What?
Got a ghetto b*t*h, she got a** and?t**ties
All?at Blue Flame?and went to Magic City
Head so?good, I almost crashed the Bentley
Brought my girlfriend and let her smash her with me (Iced Up Records)
Popped an X pill, feel like I'm teethin' and sh*t
I don't got no friends, I be schemin' and sh*t
Pull up to my show, a bunch of demons and sh*t
This b*t*h act like she ain't f**kin', just be teasin' and sh*t
I don't trick, but I'll buy an ounce of weed for a b*t*h
Out of town doin' shows, in Muskegon with sticks
I'm horny, feelin' like R. Kelly, I might pee on a b*t*h
Buy a half a brick of soft and put my feet on the sh*t
IUR, Ghetto Boyz, that's a million in jewelry
Hands crampin', tryna count a quarter million in twenties
Nappy-head b*t*h, what you want, some zillions or somethin'?
I ain't gon' stop hustlin' 'til I make a billion or somethin'
B*t*h, I'm with the mob like I'm Sicilian or somethin'
This ho told me to bust in her, she want children or somethin', yeah
Shooter got no sense, he been done killed you for nothin'
This b*t*h freaky and a stuffer, put some pills in her onion
Love Balenciagas, I got all the flavors, yeah
Hundred round drum, clip like an alternator, n***a
Fifty in my pocket, blow it all this evening
I do shows and Karo pints, yeah, I want all the paper, b*t*h
Sh*t, I'll do a song with God if he got the paper
If it's enough pape' on his head, I'll drop the mayor
One day I tripped out off them bars and damn near shot a baby
I ain't lackin' when I shop, I got the Glock in Macys
I took the badges off the Scat', bro, this not a basic
Front and back pockets full of pape', but I'm not Lil Baby
B*t*h, come sign your life away, IUR the label
Fetty on the dog'll knock you out like Gervonta Davis
Yeah, her pu**y cheap as f**k, she gave me top for eighty
Out of town to meet my plug, I had to stop in Vegas, yeah
Damn near smacked a tree, I'm drinkin' Wock' and Wraithin'
Soon as my baby twenty-one, might pour up pop with Navy, yeah (Iced Up Records)
Pop a pu**y n***a like I'm poppin' Percs, yeah
Shady n***a keep a pole, b*t*h, I got Glock in church (N***a)
40 in my pants look like I'm rockin' merch
Had to run off on the plug 'cause we ran out of work (Pu**y)
This an eight of clean Wock', b*t*h, this not Patricia
B*t*h talkin' 'bout drink green Wock', ho, you not with Tizzle
Ridin' around with that cold-a** Glock, ain't drop no bodies with it
Could've hit him in his top, you shot his leg, bro, you not a killer
Ghetto Boy for life, b*t*h, that's what I claim
Hundred rounds on a new AR, why I gotta aim?
Nowadays, twenty, thirty thousand, that be pocket change
Was finna buy a whole case of Tris, but then the Wocky came
I was finna f**k my b*t*h, but then her mama came
Now I'm finna bust her mama down, I spit a lot of game
I was finna hit the b*t*h raw, but then some condoms came
Life was good when I was broke, I made a hundred and then the problems came
I was 'bout to buy some drank from Lou, but then the doctor came
We be sippin' Act', you drinkin' Chlos, that is not the same
Rose gold watch on my arm, it got Obama name (Major)
Used to have a blowhouse right on Conner, right off Promenade (N***a)
Heard you told on all the guys when you starred in court
I be sippin' too much drank, I almost got divorced, ayy
All I want for Christmas is a pot and fork
Brand new 911 Porsche, I call it Martin Lawrence, uh
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)
