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letra de ghetto ashes - sauce walka

[intro]
oowee
real life, never no fake sh-t

[verse]
so many ghetto ashes
baby girl having tears falling down her lashes
stand outside with her kid, she done seen her passing
can’t even enjoy fourth of july without guns flashing
in cars crashing
young n-ggas with mask ’cause they ain’t askin’, they blastin’
ain’t no whips up on they back, but people bleedin’ over passion
the ghetto
where n-ggas rather look at your pockets instead of h-llo
rob a bank head with shorty and lil’ buddy, then call the lo
this is real life
on summer days, just step outside and feel them chills lifе
them police posted and you’ll gеt frozen if you don’t spill right
these ghetto streets is full of black ice
we still dippin’ in the fast lane, livin’ the fast life
got fast ice
five hundred thousand dollars if i punch left and then i punch right
that’s another two hundred g’s
my arm freeze like russian trees
my women sell just like russian kis
the greatest grower with a thousand p’s couldn’t f-ck with me
i’m jungle boy
captured all them white tigers out the jungle, boy
then put ’em in my own zoo on the computer just for you to enjoy
i’m moving coy
the way i move my shows, you’d think i grew with roy
anything ever went against, my crew destroy
boy

- sauce walka

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