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ad-libs
Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigg*
Uh, uh, I'm back on that bulls**t
Haha, who could fk around? Huh? uh..
verse
I bet you look at things from a different perspective
When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get
A couple'll lift a detective
And make sure the legs that he used to walked with is defective
All you do is sit on blocks and jive
About who's the baddest b*tch and if Pac's alive
nigg*, I'm in a aqua five
With a button that make the roof flip back like pocket knives
I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky
Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5
The squad'll still hold toast, and get these girls
To open they legs wider than a field goal post
Broke don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it
Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets
The hydro combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes
Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets
The flow is so sick, sooner or later
These gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags
The coke get flew on planes monthly
And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country
And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me
I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions
b*tch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes
fk a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fka
ad-libs
Yeah, Ghetto...
Fab, nigg*, uh..
Uh, Street Family..
Uh, pay attention, y'all..
Please, uh, yeah..
You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care
Send ya clothes with the check or I don't wear
Uh huh, yeah..
Uh.. uh.. yeah..
Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh.. yeah..
Uh, let's get this money, y'all..
Let's get this money, y'all..
Uh, uh, uhhh..
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