9.Ghetto Love
(＊A. Yates, M. Calhoun, S. Watson ／ ＊Prod. by YoungFyre, Karbon)
I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love,
Girl dont keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
Because when I get you home in the sack and when I give it to
you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back
naked ass(？)
I'm talkin' 'bout socks on, socks off, get my rocks off. big old
back end, wax on wax off.
You can have it however you like, thin or go bad make it sure
the cookie monster is tight.
Ginseng make ya swing from the chandelier , I know I sing but
its a real man standin here.
Now that I think cackle(？)
Lay on your back girl, I'll have you thinkin im the king of the
world!
When I put my thing in ya girl!
I'm pullin micro-braids and weaves out, blowin backs and knees
out,
Have ya screaming kali baby after that your knees out.
Predator lookin' for a black and decker __ wrecker(？)
Better than bed and head and make me wish I never left her.
Hey! don't tell your girl friend how I beat it up and your man;
He so cold to ya and I heat it up.
Let go your inhibitions, reservations： swallow them.
Get some ghetto-ness give it to you at your mom and dems.(？)
I'm talkin' 'bout ghetto love,
Girl don't keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
When I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back
naked ass(？)
Have you ever all witnessed the 'just been hit with a dick'
stature？
From a nigga like me who licks it then hits in it after.
(Ohh) in your cervix servin you some of this summer salami,
Work up a sweat from passionate sex like performing palates.
Ghetto! I'm lex-er than steel when it comes to real sex in the
pill,
No step in this fill if you scared of catchin a di-lzn-ick.
Real spit, or do you prefer lil' dick？
She said 'no I likes it nice and hard to bring the real shit'
And I'll be commin (commin) from around a corner with a box of
magnums to put it on ya.
Backpack and newports with third patron ya(？)never hear kutt
calhouns a loner.
I'm not sincere, not me from the bottom of a bad mother fucker
named sascha fears(？),
Drink (drink) your kool-aid with a booty naked aint nothin but
some mother fuckin sex in here.
(I) beat the koochie, (I) treat the koochie, (I) never heard a
bitch call me a pussy,
(WHY) aint seducing shutem up quick, makem cover up dick like
shes a __(？)
Tellm kutt just what you like little mommy and we can settle up,
We'll have you twitchin, feinding, and constantly thinkin bout
my ghe-bout-bout my
I'm talkin' 'bout ghetto love,
Girl dont keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
When I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back
naked ass(？)
I want you to pop it and dip then upswing your hips, back it up
and don't trip,
Let your back bone slip, spin around get a grip, of the pole and
then flip,
Baby that's the way you strip, heres your tip, not on the lips
(Hey hey) the ghetto be missin me, I had an epiphany,
I need some ghetto lovin so I get what their diggin me,
They sniffin and kissin me, 'wanna split with me？ all in favor
say yes,
Is you is or is you aint my constituency？'
Heimlich, all over tech n9ne dick, imma bark and grind this,
'Do you know your beautiful and your fine miss？
And you two you three find this, well we never be minded,
I love big behinds, call me your highndness,
'Hey mister mercatroy I love when your workin;
You're twerkin that ghetto booty even makin suburban boys,
Make alot of suburban noise, got money in my pocket like im a
turban boy.'
So after your koochie crusade, you know she ghetto if she come
and bring you kool-aid (ohhh yeahh)
I'm talkin' 'bout ghetto love,
Girl don't keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
Because when I get you home in the sack and when I give it to
you,
Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back
naked ass(？)
I'm talkin' about pole slidin', lap dance ridin,
Do something strange for some change if your buying,
But big strippers make big tippers, show no thankful for all
their booty you give us.
For just a drink or two, she'll make and wink at you.
Drain your change till she think you're through,
The ohh she gotcha booty bopper, oochie wobbble watch ya while
she callin you poppa.
The urge to push to thrust I mean to shove takes you back to the
ghetto, for some...(ghetto love....)
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