Trina - Ghetto lyrics

rate me

ft. T-Pain

Long nails, pack a weave

Dutches and a bag a weed

That’s all a bitch like you need

(You from the f**kin ghetto)

That REGGIE MILLER that you push

Don’t be burnin like that ‘kush’

You gon need that REGGIE BUSH

(F**kin with the ghetto)

MOSCATO fillin up my cup

Run out, We don’t give a f**k

NUVO get me so f**ked up

(Comin from the ghetto)

So watch it when u in the south

And watch what you say, watch yo mouth

And watch yo step cuz slippers count

(When you in the ghetto)

Wife beater, nigga TIMBs

Slide out, with some bigger rims

Flip a key, and hit the flea

And go and get some bigger jeans

The hood is in the building maan

I get you n ur feelins maan

Its some shit outside yo house

With rims the size of ceiling fans

Im the pride of king kong

Steppin through the congo

And I can make it clap clap

Beat it like a bongo

Cat got ur tongue

You tell that pussy let ur tongue go

Wouldn’t have think this sh*t right here so gutta

But the song sooo

T-Pain (chorus)

Ghettooooo, Country

Hooooooood, Rachet

Put ya hands up

If you f**kin with that s**t

Ghettooo

You knooooo

Opposite of bougie

Twelve inch yaki

Big round booties

Ghettooo

Wave to her

Hellooo

Saay

Im ghettooo

Ride with the medal(oooo)

Tell them that

It is what it is

And make it do what it do

And I love where I live

And my people love it too

Cause we Ghettooo

You in the BENZ in da projects

Lights in yo mama name

You hustle, lock ur celly

And that’s the thrid time ur numba change

Transport airbrushed

Outside, speakers on

Valentina pussy huggers

High heeled sneakers on

My feet done, nails too

All on the front porch

You cookin in some VICKI’s

A** hangin out ur boy shorts

Camouflage stiletto

And diamonds on her METRO

Tatted silhouettes,

(Cause (???) is jus so f**king ghetto)

Dope game, Bond man

Bond money, bondmans

That’s how you spend funds maan

(When you in the ghetto)

If you make ur money easy

And ur swag is off the hezzy

And ur favorite rapper JEEZY

(You are motherf**kin ghetto)

Hundred dollar jeans on

Price tag, braggin

But the world kiss ur a**

So you wear them f**kers saggin

CD of the newest choice

And Nikes be the shoe of choice

Candy paint, twenty fours

Boosters, hoes, and liquor stores

(Ghetto, so f**kin ghetto)

Chorus T-Pain

Tomboys, hot boys

Hammer laying in your lap

Got bitches laying in your bed

And robbers laying in your trap

Dubs on the four wheeler

TV’s in the headrest

And hundred dollar bets

To see which trick can give the head best

Section eight, WIC checks

Eviction notice getting served

Child support, hood homes

Advance on the f**kin third

Bootleg DVD's

Rico had another kid

Income tax checks

You claimin other people's kids

Mohawk, gold teeth, tattoos, dreadlocks

You serving out the room window

Now you call it bedrock

Lace front, long lashes

Looking for a trap star

Now every nigga in the ghetto

He thinkin he a rap star

Fully automatic stick

Out a town a dummy brick

Now watch him role and watch him stick

(When when you in the ghetto)

Pills, dro, kid, blow

And people you don’t wanna know

Weed bags, corner stores

(So muthaf**in ghetto)

Chorus

Thanks to Jamie S. for correcting these lyrics