© 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)