Ghetto Girl

© Andrea L. Newton (AK CA$INO)

Hook:

I’m a ghetto girl (She’s a ghetto girl)

In these ghetto streets

Trying hard to eat

But ain’t shit sweet

In these ghetto streets (Oh no, no, no)

I’m a ghetto girl (She’s a ghetto girl)

In these ghetto streets

Trying hard to eat

But ain’t shit sweet

In these ghetto streets (Oh no, no, no)

Put into a position to move shit (Wathcha doin?)

Pitchin wit cruel intensions

I’m broke I gots to move bricks

Growing up whoda known it   would be this hard

I give em two thumbs all the moms wit   two jobs

And all my hood bitches grindin huggin the block

All my college chicks struggling with curious minds

I’m lovin ya style

I know at times it hurts me to smile

But if ya keep ya head up it’ll be worth the while

And if that nigga don’t know how much you worth yo wild

He ain’t even worth the crown they skirts and clowns

And ma don’t even worry he ain’t holdin you down

Getr ya own cash hold ya head reverse ya frown

Listen I been on that fuck niggas invest in joint ventures

Even fucked up and fucked niggas that broke friendships

Not to mention all the bullshit I been through

But if we stick together we could get cheddar like Lucy Lu (yeah).

I’m a ghetto girl (She’s a ghetto girl)

In these ghetto streets

Trying hard to eat

But ain’t shit sweet

In these ghetto streets (Oh no, no, no)

I’m a ghetto girl (She’s a ghetto girl)

In these ghetto streets

Trying hard to eat

But ain’t shit sweet

In these ghetto streets (Oh no, no, no)

Know we be killing it icy white or tims

Low brim or on some girly shit

Lilmiss flossin criss crossin the doobie pins

Ya nigga actin up fuck it call up his mans

Synchronize the bed at call up some plans

And even if you ain’t the baddest bitch talk cause you can

And can back that shit up like you parking a van ma

You talkin to grandma my soul old

And I was born a hustler that’s why I sold o’s

And though I ain’t no brother the world made me cold

This time it’s for my bitches locked up no parole

And all chicks bloodin’ and crippin’ playin’ they role

Huggin the strip and when they man knocked stay by the phone

Play wit the chrome raps enscripted in stone

And I’m a keep it poppin till my real bitches claim they throne

C.E.O. of Gillateam ya’ll already know.

I’m a ghetto girl (She’s a ghetto girl)

In these ghetto streets

Trying hard to eat

But ain’t shit sweet

In these ghetto streets (Oh no, no, no)

I’m a ghetto girl (She’s a ghetto girl)

In these ghetto streets

Trying hard to eat

But ain’t shit sweet

In these ghetto streets (Oh no, no, no)

Coohie poppin and stompin in my air ones 3D’s when the hair’s done

Fake jeans I can’t stand them

Strickliy Pepes or Von Dutch and my niggas fuck wit me cause my guac up

Silk city bitches squad up

It’s now or never I won’t stop till the job done

Cheda broads forever until my times up

Ghetto girls rewind us and tell them sidity slum birds ain’t no comp wit us

Even though we been there and don that blew trees and sold crack

Let our man take the whip wit no L’s and didn’t come back

My in-all-black brick city thug chicks that did stick up’s for a livin

Now they payin in a cell sittin

Hats off to all my bitches on Degrasse St.

My girls from the ghetto but they classy and street

In they own whip or in the passenger seat

Stuck in a man’s world and trying hard to eat

We some.

I’m a ghetto girl (She’s a ghetto girl)

In these ghetto streets

Trying hard to eat

But ain’t shit sweet

In these ghetto streets (Oh no, no, no)

I’m a ghetto girl (She’s a ghetto girl)

In these ghetto streets

Trying hard to eat

But ain’t shit sweet

In these ghetto streets (Oh no, no, no)

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