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GHETTO PINK Video (MV)




Performed By: Stanman
Featuring: YGG Vell, Kc
Language: English
Written by: Alex, Don Burse, Stanley Johnson Jr




Stanman - GHETTO PINK Lyrics




[ Featuring YGG Vell, Kc ]

Finna get'em lee
I'm finna get'em lee
I'm finna work all this money from
Make it beats, she claim I'm a bad guy
Bitch I don't cheat
Niggas is always f*cking hating I
Don't take defeat
Huh, bitch I been heat
I finna make all these riches i don't need the streets
He calm he got all the money but
F*ckin' leech
Bitch I'll swimming through the pussy like dr.deep
Huh, bitch I'm going through my motion
Smoking all the weed you know it me flowing
Sipping on this drank, you know I got the potion
I don't need no dramasso I don't need no commotion
All I hear is commotion
Say if I ever have no shit
Never said shit, sad bitches with the hoe
Now I need a place to
For not knowing
Now I gotta call my old bitch, oh shit
Focus on myself for my clothes, shit
Blow shit, had to play my cards right
Watch me box up, buy some syrup for my cup
I got a seven gun, now y'all wanna rematch
You gotta play by me, back up
I got you the zone, y'all better evade me
I off that kettle band, you won't even last
She piss me off once or else
Get in the box
Hold on, bitch I got a big thing
I miss a sir with the pop, that's a go drink
I'm a fur on my collar, that's some ghetto man
Real ass gims in my back, y'all pin
I get y'all weak, up down left right
I get y'all the cheats, cause I don't end the indeed
For she get a cheats, I let the modest ones
Be the biggest freaks, let's say something
Let me see, I let you come
Hey, with my GG, or maybe
You could be my sneaky link
I know how you feel, yeah I grew up on a team
I could reel mine, I could tell you how you think
That this season, yeah I'll lay you dry the boat
I'm so neat, I finna push, yeah we goin' across the coast
Fire yourself, sick and drugs, I'm waiting to hear vote
Gotta keep that drink like I'm signing over here
Green that, on my side I'm always on a go
Cussin' up the marks, cause we up and on a scope
I take car, I'm self-kicking, yeah I come up south to go
I'm a go, go, go, go
I'm a go, yeah, I'm a go, yeah
I'm a go, bigger
I'm a go, bigger, bigger
I see, I think so
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English

Finna get'em lee
I'm finna get'em lee
I'm finna work all this money from
Make it beats, she claim I'm a bad guy
Bitch I don't cheat
Niggas is always f*cking hating I
Don't take defeat
Huh, bitch I been heat
I finna make all these riches i don't need the streets
He calm he got all the money but
F*ckin' leech
Bitch I'll swimming through the pussy like dr.deep
Huh, bitch I'm going through my motion
Smoking all the weed you know it me flowing
Sipping on this drank, you know I got the potion
I don't need no dramasso I don't need no commotion
All I hear is commotion
Say if I ever have no shit
Never said shit, sad bitches with the hoe
Now I need a place to
For not knowing
Now I gotta call my old bitch, oh shit
Focus on myself for my clothes, shit
Blow shit, had to play my cards right
Watch me box up, buy some syrup for my cup
I got a seven gun, now y'all wanna rematch
You gotta play by me, back up
I got you the zone, y'all better evade me
I off that kettle band, you won't even last
She piss me off once or else
Get in the box
Hold on, bitch I got a big thing
I miss a sir with the pop, that's a go drink
I'm a fur on my collar, that's some ghetto man
Real ass gims in my back, y'all pin
I get y'all weak, up down left right
I get y'all the cheats, cause I don't end the indeed
For she get a cheats, I let the modest ones
Be the biggest freaks, let's say something
Let me see, I let you come
Hey, with my GG, or maybe
You could be my sneaky link
I know how you feel, yeah I grew up on a team
I could reel mine, I could tell you how you think
That this season, yeah I'll lay you dry the boat
I'm so neat, I finna push, yeah we goin' across the coast
Fire yourself, sick and drugs, I'm waiting to hear vote
Gotta keep that drink like I'm signing over here
Green that, on my side I'm always on a go
Cussin' up the marks, cause we up and on a scope
I take car, I'm self-kicking, yeah I come up south to go
I'm a go, go, go, go
I'm a go, yeah, I'm a go, yeah
I'm a go, bigger
I'm a go, bigger, bigger
I see, I think so
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Writer: Alex, Don Burse, Stanley Johnson Jr
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