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letra de big worm - ghetto baby boom

[intro: ghetto baby boom]
(alloutw4r)
hmm
yeah
(313 mafia)
yeah, yeah
that b-tch dumb but her head good, that’s why i still love her
gotta have some money comin’ in or she ain’t f-ckin’ with you, hmm
yeah

[verse 1: ghetto baby boom]
that b-tch dumb but her head good, that’s why i still love her
gotta have some money comin’ in or she ain’t f-ckin’ with you
you from the west? i’m from the west too, that’s how i like my b-tches
every glock come with extensions, couple of ’em, they got b-ttons
yeah, i got my eyes on you, keep on playin’, i’ma burn you
push your sh-t back, perm style, big worm
oh, you had a bag of tween twelve? yeah, that sh-t over
i been doin’ this sh-t since i was young and i got older
got a call from minnesota, couple thousand, know i’m comin’
say you love me? go’n drop for me, i ain’t finna stuff you
bro called, say he locked down, just got off in the score

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
slide down, knock his house over, they pulled him from the rubble
in a good mood ’cause last night, your boy got some cuddy
oh, and my brother, we be slammin’ sh-t, call us the dullies
i got love for my n-gga, hit your head if you touch him
heard you can’t f-ck with your plug ’cause you owe him
step out fresh as f-ck, all rick owens
pretty penny for this sh-t, but she want me to take it off
she want me in my drawers with my d-ck all in her jaws
my b-tch in all red if mine and me in mrs. claus
in miami goin’ real fast, this the coupe way
got my n-ggas throwin’ the biggest b’s, this the woop way
take his head right off his shoulders, b-tch, it’s doomsday
made dog drop all his quarters at the laundromat
i almost stood off on the coast up and down in saks
[verse 3: ghetto baby boom]
that n-gga dumb as h-ll, can’t even spell somerset
i feel like franklin, this my hood, i’ll run this b-tch
i don’t sell dope, but if you want it, i know where to get it
in the club, me and krispy kidd, we got them triggers with us
say what? oh, you say you a fan? n-gga, be specific
your b-tch locked in too, you know i see her lookin’
i’m finna take her to the crib and give that b-tch a whoopin’
f-ck her on the kitchen table, take her to the bathroom
ghetto south, i ain’t wanna take her to the bedroom

[outro]
(alloutw4r)
(313 mafia)

- ghetto baby boom

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