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letra de ghettomob - ray foe

[intro]
(doggy made the beat)

[verse 1: ray foe]
ayy, b-tch we drink juice, we don’t drink goose
i’m at ruth chris sippin’ on a pink deuce
eatin’ well-done lamb, no more eatin’ soups
when i’m done with the ram, i’ma get a coupe
breaking news now, this sh-t just in
i can’t even beef with a n-gga only up ten
pocket full of blues like a n-gga just got jumped in
when your money don’t fold, you can f-ck twins
plug say he got ’em for the twenty-two
told him i’ma tell ’em twenty-five if that’s cool with you
i got the pounds in and i can get the scooby doo
might put the ball in your hands, see what you can do
i f-ck with shorty, she an acrobat
two things i can do, i can brag and trap
n-ggas hatin’ on thе mob, well, imagine that
me and gilliе came ram trucks back-to-back, ayy
when you gettin’ money, everybody start to hate you
and f-ck all you b-tches, all you hoes ungrateful
probably in seattle pourin’ maple up with fatal
or somewhere out in cali next door to the staples
message from my ex-b-tch, “call me when you able”
i’ll never call your ass again, ho, i hate you
it was me and crave in the house with no cable
and wes, that’s my brother from the grave to the cradle
told willie we gon’ see an m off this sh-t
told hef we gon’ see an m off this sh-t
matter of time ‘fore it’s a brick on my wrist
matter of time ‘fore i put d-ck in your b-tch, ayy
smart b-tch with a dumb ass, yeah
smart n-gga gettin’ dumb cash, yeah
ridin’ on e, but got dumb gas, yeah
f’s on the rims, they done flunked class, yeah
[verse 2: peezy]
i gave my city somethin’ to be proud of
need a rake for all this money, sh-t done piled up
go to the safe and count two hundred thou’ up
i can’t complain, last week, i was at chow, yup
every time i take a pic, i throw the mile up
n-ggas sick we lit and they can’t come around us
came home and ran it up, i just sat down, huh
and i stood on all ten, go read my file, bum
everybody winnin’, judgin’ by they pictures
you can’t fool me on the ‘gram, i know you n-ggas finished
i just made another hundred, i ain’t count it yet
rio passed you n-ggas up sittin’ on house arrest
get this pape’ by any means just like malcolm x
i don’t come out the house if it ain’t ’bout a check
one up top in that new glizzy, i ain’t gotta check
take your ho and turn her up, now you can’t get her back
i built it ground up, yeah, i’m an architect
jumped out the car and left it runnin’, this b-tch park itself
took a loss for 80k, i had to chalk it up
now 80k the type of sh-t i spend at target, bum
had a name in the streets before i had a ‘gram
had clientele before i ever had fans
before i ever did a show, i did it in the o
ain’t see no need to make a hit, ’cause i was hittin’ the road
you can’t tell me you been turnt, you wasn’t at double-o
ask hollywood how many times they swept it off the floor
we blow it all and get it back and then we blow some more
think you f-ckin’ with me, boy, you must be smokin’ dope
how you been out here for real and don’t n0body know?
how the f-ck is you a boss and all your n-ggas broke?
took your b-tch to the marina, let her drive the boat
she on that ’42, and she gon’ shove it down her throat
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
if we ain’t goin’ to catch a body, i ain’t tryna go
i got a whole pint of quali’, what you tryna pour?
she been f-ckin’ everybody, but she not a ho
in and out when we go do a show, alright, it’s time to go
tizzle talk to the promoter, count the paper up
this new money, came straight out the bank, i got paper cuts
dropped a couple ‘bows to lil tay, make sure they weighin’ up
in the hood gettin’ rid of weight, i call it shapin’ up
lou say he think the drank cut, okay, shake it up
fifty-five-hundred-dollar outfit on, but it’s fake as f-ck
i just gave a n-gga b-tch my number, now they breakin’ up
supercharger on the 550’ll f-ck a shaker up
i just scored a pint of wock’, we finna drop a fish
way before i ever dropped a hit, i was droppin’ sh-t
i just bought a real brick from the plug, paid in counterfeit
even though i gotta sit, i’m thankin’ god for my accomplishments

- ray foe

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