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letra de come & go - ghetto baby boom

[intro]
(f-ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
hmm
hmm

[verse]
you got too much time on your hands, boy, quit playin’ ’round
free my n-ggas locked, got a couple n-ggas fed bound
blood in, blood out, you know what we stand on
you gon’ go through so much sh-t, just make sure your head strong
when you thuggin’ in the street, everything a living legend
just make sure you count your blessings, you don’t see him, better catch him
hmm, they thought that i was dead, now look at ’em happy
ghetto baby versus boom, god versus satan
type of sh-t that i be on, type of sh-t i’m thinkin’
i know n-ggas want my soul, hmm, i can’t let ’em take me
forever ghetto baby, n-gga, long live my grandaddy
hmm, tear this b-tch up by myself before i let ’em take me
put this b-tch in sports mode, i know the police ain’t gon’ chase me
smokin’ all these dead n-ggas, swear it got my mind racin’
hmm, like don’t let these n-ggas get you, you already made it
young and dangerous, young and wild, n-gga, yop, young and famous
you ain’t ready for this sh-t, then, n-gga, why you fakin’?
bullets hit him in his sh-t, he can’t even take ’em
have him cryin’ for his mama, she can’t even save him
hmm, tried to tell him this sh-t real, n-gga out here playin’
now look at his dead ass, he can’t come again
still havin’ nightmares, police runnin’ in
feel like gucci, when you p-ss, do you sit or stand?
tell me now, are you a man? take it on the chin?
or you gon’ take the stand, hmm, just like your brother ‘nem?
you ain’t no motherf-ckin’ big boy, you a lil’ monk
you ain’t certified enough, lil’ n-gga, you can run with us
tell me what you do, who you shoot? n-gga, who you touch?
you see your b-tch lookin’, yop, yop, she know i’m the one
finna have her roll my ‘woods, finna have her eat me up
she thought i was comin’ through in striker, this a bentley truck
she like, “where you get this from?” hmm, don’t worry ’bout it, ho
you don’t know me, b-tch, i come and go, you would never know
i never tell my business, everything i do so federal
i’m tellin’ you, blood in, blood out, i’m heavensent
you ain’t never met a n-gga like me and you never will
pimpin’ in your soul, huh? you get the chills
tables turn, bridges burn, tried to tell you sh-t was real
now look at me now, on my way up out the hood
throw my blessings up, they ain’t think i’d make it, huh?

- ghetto baby boom

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