Ghetto (remix) lyrics

I remix the remix boy, unstoppable, yeah, respect me
Come on, bandana, black feet, go chain
Coca-cola, warming with my enemies
Pants hanging, steel banging, fuck the my attitude
Middle finger shirt off, tattoos and bullet wounds
Ghetto yes I'm ghetto like, fighting at a funeral
Wailing out pissing on them, spraying up the urinal
Love my bitches ghetto with her body just like trina do
Ass fat is going down like flaps in a inner tube
Loud talking liquor drinking, whip his ass, fuck he thinking
On parole, work with lease, only home on a week
And ghetto yes, I'm ghetto like
Chicken wings and fried rice
Sleep throughout the whole day, then I party all night
Money wrapped in rubber bands, different chicks with louie bags
bitches sew me say they love me with my ghetto ass
Livin' like it's no tomorrow, with my baby mama
Bentley in the I'm a nigger trying to get a dollar
in brooklyn love, trina is the type I love
Hustle hard and then I pull it all aside the street club

Ghetto country, uh, rap shit,
Put your hands up if you fucking with that shit
Ghetto, hello, I could 12 inch big round booties
Ghetto, way too, hello, say I'm ghetto
Drive with the metal, tell them that it is what it is
We make it do what it do, and I love where I live
And my people love it too
in the project, lights in your mama name
You hustle like you're and that's the third time your number change
air brush, outside speakers on, valentino pussy hugger
High heels sneakers on, my beat done nails too
All on the front porch,
cooking is some ass, hanging out your boy shorts
and diamonds on my
fucking ghetto

Dough game when you're in the ghetto
If you make your money easy, and your swag is off the
And your favorite rapper , you are motherfucking ghetto
Hundred dollar g zone, price tag bragging,
But the work is your ass so you swaggin'
Cd of the newest choice and that surer choice
Candy paint loose the hoes and lick the stalls, ghetto, so freaking ghetto

Ghetto country, uh, rap shit,
Put your hands up if you fucking with that shit
Ghetto, hello, I could 12 inch big round booties
Ghetto, way too, hello, say I'm ghetto
Drive with the metal, tell them that it is what it is
We make it do what it do, and I love where I live
And my people love it too
Cause we ghetto

Top boys, hard boys that bitch is laying in your bed
And robbers laying in your trap tv's in the head rest
And hundred dollars best to see what's tricking give the head best
Section 8 wick getting served
and dance on the fuckin' third
Bootleg dvd income tax chance, you claiming other people kids
you serving at the room window, now you call it
looking for a trap star, now every nigger in the ghetto
He thinkin' he a rap star,
Fully automatic when you're in the ghetto
Peels people you don't wanna know so motherfucking ghetto

Ghetto country, uh, rap shit,
Put your hands up if you fucking with that shit
Ghetto, hello, I could 12 inch big round booties
Ghetto, way too, hello, say I'm ghetto
Drive with the metal, tell them that it is what it is
We make it do what it do, and I love where I live
And my people love it too
Cause we ghetto.