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letra de out the ghetto - young thug

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[intro]
mwah, yeah
man, i got some john pants with belt loops in ’em
i’m 20 years old, fool

[chorus]
i was whippin’ around in a rover (skrt, skrt)
my mink too heavy for my shoulders (way too heavy)
we straight from out the ghetto (came up out the ghetto)
straight from out the ghetto, yeah

[verse 1]
now i can’t stand no more, way too much codeine (way, way too much)
please protect me from jumpin’ over this nosebleed (i done jumped)
when i p-ss, i geek up (?)
now i’m just asking for all your control, girl
all my yeezy’s to the studio, fasho
we replanned in my stereo, fasho
i’ma ball until he call me hoe, yeah
play with me i take yo f-ckin’ soul, yeah
i took her life, i’m goin’ to h-ll i know (h-ll i know)
that’s why i ran my racks up, ain’t no jail for me (ha)
put futons in the spot, fasho
i ducked her off and fixed my momma crib lil’ hoe (on god)
i put my momma in a boondocks (on god)
cause the way we play, we shoot up momma’s spots, n-gg-
i’m underground, i feel like i’m a mouse, n-gg-
whip the rolls royce’s or the bentley’s, woah
shawty s’posed to been helpin’ me, instead she left me (okay)
rather not do well on that, i buy ice like i’m michael phelps
when i turned 14, my daddy strapped me and said, “watch yo self”
and i did just that

[chorus]
i was whippin’ around in a rover (skrt, skrt)
my mink too heavy for my shoulders (way too heavy)
we straight from out the ghetto (came up out the ghetto)
straight from out the ghetto, yeah (ohh)

[verse 2]
came straight out the ghetto, to the superbowl (woah)
n-gg- playin’ with this cheddar, he get peter rolled (woah woah)
out the ghetto, i’m out the ghetto (woah woah)
straight out the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
out the ghetto, this n-gg- straight out the ghetto (woah woah)
i just ran three racks up off one on one (woah woah)
n-gg-s was mad way too much to not have fun (woah woah)
you can’t use no [?]
i was in high school playin’ ball at service son
i had a gun in my tires, i’d practice for some (on god)
i done had s-x with all the lil’ cheerleader junks
paint my number on they jaws, it was chivalrism
ch-r-ographers wanna f-ck me cause i’m the trillest (trillest)
’bout to change my last name straight to “scrilla” (scrilla)
i got a new look in my ear, i call ’em booger (booger, booger)
you can join the gang, doesn’t make you a member, yeah
pop you a skittle, yeah
yo job is sucking d-ck, suck me off
ohh

[chorus]
i was whippin’ around in a rover (skrt, skrt)
my mink too heavy for my shoulders (way too heavy)
we straight from out the ghetto (came up out the ghetto)
straight from out the ghetto

[verse 3]
i’m playin’ a tongue kissing game with my rings (mwah)
i’m pullin’ up in a four door sling (skrt)
create this song off lean, yeah (this song off lean)
i kiss that p-ssy in the bedroom (mwah)
rockin’ water like cancun (rock)
marble floors in the main room (marble floors)
marble tub the same room (marble tub)
panoramic roof inside of the pool area (pool area)
and it open up in case i never tell it (ooh, ooh)
and i put my dogs on but they rebellious (rebellious)
came from gettin’ kicked out of 6th grade with [?] (yeah)
power ranger bustin’ on her head, acrylic (yeah)
20 pints of codeine behind the television (ac’, yeah)
12 thousand for the cartier, you ain’t got my vision (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
i was whippin’ around in a rover (skrt, skrt)
my mink too heavy for my shoulders (way too heavy)
we straight from out the ghetto (came up out the ghetto)
straight from out the ghetto

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