Testo Gheto Philosophy - Rio Da Yung Og
Testo della canzone Gheto Philosophy (Rio Da Yung Og), tratta dall'album The F Tape - EP
Ooh, Sadkloons
Four hours to Southfield, nigga
That's what up, sad
Ghetto Boy shit, man
I'ma keep saying it
Uh-huh
The worst thing a bitch could say to me is she pregnant
The last nigga we had beef with, we beheaded him
The other side telling on us
I'm scared of them
I'm high as hell drinking red, man, I know the Method Man
The way I ran the money up, I got seven legs
Hit a Rasta nigga in his head, he got seven dreads
Niggas ain't stop me from shit, the tether's here
I'm finna write a book and put "shit talking" in the letterhead
Three thousand for this Louis V letterman
55,000 For the watch, this a skeleton
Like I ain't sick at all, but I keep taking medicine
Stop talking about what you did before, it's irrelevant
When I need a peace of mind, I hit the studio
I'm finna shit on y'all, I'ma need an extra booty hole
Three Percs, beat a bitch down 'til her coochie swole
Shopping in the Louis Vuitton store with all Gucci on
Next day I'm walking through Dior with Louis on
Bitch, I'm a trendsetter
Pour some water on the Qualitest, I'ma thin stretcher
I got the weight of the world over me, I'm a bench presser
Bitch, your baby daddy not a plug, he a chem tester
I ain't gon' lie, shit, I used to work at Chrysler
My bitch was there when I was fucked up, it's only right I iced her
They thought I was hard when I dropped testers, but I'm kinda nicer
Yeah, I got some dogshit put up, but I'm kinda shiesty
Every bitch I fuck say she never met nobody like me
I got a Glock 9 on my hip, why you tryna fight me?
Bitch, suck the dick like you grown, stop tryna bite me
I don't make love, I fuck hoes hard, why you tryna ride me?
Opps bought all them damn guns, I thought they was sliding
Come to find out them niggas dead, I thought they was hiding
Told y'all I'ma take this shit over, y'all thought I was lying
A full red and thirty Percocets, I thought I was flying
I'm so high, I'ma need a fucking parachute
My shooter bummy, he'll kill you for a pair of shoes
Four Os of Wock by myself, I drunk a pair of twos
I'm getting money, I can fuck any bitch I want
Nowadays it's 1800 for every six I pour
I don't get high, but I just bought another fucking zip to smoke
This drunk bitch threw up then asked me where the liquor go
Lift her leg up and penetrate her, now she pigeon-toed
Made this nine in sixty seconds, this a minute roll
2800, All dubs, that's a trick and roll
Getting money, doing anything, I might dip my goal
The first time I caught a homicide was at the liquor store
Had to pay a thousand dollars just to buy the footy
Ain't shit sweet, but I be in LA tryna buy a cookie
Any bitch'll let me fuck for free, I ain't buying pussy
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Writer(s): Daniel Robinson, Damario Horne Mccullough
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