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letra de going straight on - ghetto baby boom

[intro]
(nito, what up, my n-gga?)

[verse 1: ybn lil bro]
all we do is ball out
thought he could f-ck with me, made him put that ball down
hardbody, i can’t love no b-tch ain’t got no soft spot
everybody ’round me tell me i’m the hardest n-gga out
i can’t f-ck with you, you get up in the booth and tell lies
brand new glock 27 for my biggest opp
i can’t please hoes for sh-t, that’s why i stopped tryin’
he put his hands up like tyson, i don’t even box
all this money on my head, i ain’t scared to die
he paid for a fake hit, he keep gettin’ slided
i ain’t gon’ lie, if i was dude, i’d throw in the towel
rob me a n-gga every time jj cross my mind
n-ggas ain’t tryna bump for real, they just chasin’ clout
a couple dollars’ll make your b-tch do a whole lot
can’t talk that gangster sh-t to me, you ain’t got no bodies
i beat my case, f-ck up out my face, i don’t talk to cops
my first day out of jail, i’m like, “where my glock?”
you bought that b-tch what the f-ck? i bought that b-tch a bottle
i took that b-tch to benihanas, you took her to your mama’s (yeah)
he make one wrong move, hit him with that chopper

[verse 2: ghetto baby boom]
you ain’t ridin’ for the gang, don’t even come around us
treat his ass like the producer, get the beat up out him
hook got behind me, hard left, i d-mn near called my mama
you know we wipe n-ggas’ nose for real, hit ’em with that chopper
free my baby 8, i d-mn near say that sh-t like every song
just ’cause i know bro-bro on the same type of time i’m on
you know we f-ck all the b-tches, you know we f-ck all the hoes
give a f-ck if they be with the opps, tell ’em call my phone
real pit, outside every day, be lookin’ for a bone
[verse 3: diddy da don]
you out here thinkin’ sh-t a game, you might not make it home
don’t get your ass left
me and gang in competition who gon’ catch one next
yeah, i know that b-tch an opp, but, man, that p-ssy wet
she know if they get the drop, gon’ get her ass whacked
but she the reason all the opps be gettin’ they ass fapped
i came in with members only, you know i f-ck with stax
i made a promise to my n-ggas i’ll never lack
boy, don’t lack again, get your ass fapped again
made a promise to your mans, “you gon’ have a dead-ass friend”
b-tches sayin’ that i’m fake, you was never in the plans
free my n-gga number 8, he still tweakin’ in the pen’, n-gga

- ghetto baby boom

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