Ghetto Love Song Letra

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Letra de Ghetto Love Song
I'm like a go-kart, cause I a crash out if you start tweakin'
Niggas lying, talking bout I owe dem, is Lamar speaking?
She got a wax, I touched it once and then it start squeaking
Promise if I pull this thang out, then it's a long weekend

I can't lie girl, you the type I bring my mama to
The second best outside of making money is spending time with you
And you not broke, so that's a double plus
Might as well just grow this bag together, we can double up

Lashes, lids, face, nails, done
It's a thousand girls in here, but to me, I only see the one
Mama funny as hell, she keep on asking me "Is shе the one?"
I told Dukes to calm down, I'm just seeing somеthing

Truth be told, I wouldn't even be mad if that was the case
But I gotta keep it player, nigga, just in case
Jealous hoes worried bout me, bitch, go adjust your lace
You even look up at my shorty, I'll bust your face

And I love the way she-
Damn, nigga, everything
The way she look, talk, how her conversations carry things
The way she shittin' on you hoes on a casual day
The way she trickin on me too, cause she actually paid

Why you worry bout a roster, babe, you got the max
They just free agents, it's a reason I ain't brought 'em back
"What's my favorite thing about you?" Probably all
Really, I just want this shit 4L, like volleyball

I'm on the way because I need your ass beside me, baby
But Ima Uber cause you know that you gon' drive me crazy
I ain't gon' lie, I'm fucking with you, you my kind of lady
Hold it down and in a couple years I might just buy Mercedes