Hoes In The Ghetto Songtext

Beef Storm Posse

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Hoes In The Ghetto Songtext
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto

Is it love that I'm feeling, or a feeling of lust?
All the sweet things that I speak when I must
It's not a matter of fact, but an issue of trust
And the feeling that gets released when I bust sooo...

Please believe me when I whisper a kiss
When you're getting pissed over things that I did
When I'm coming home, and you're laying in rose petals
Going down to my level, going for the gold medal

I need you like a needle, my greed seems to be evil
But please don't think I'm pleasing that ass like other people
Have you wet in the panties like back in preschool
Doing stunts like Knievel, now you down on your knees, fool

I got respect for the blondes and brunettes
And the jet black hair going down to your neck
And when it comes to sex, you know it's lights off
I'm like a sniper riffle with the fucking sights off

And uh, I'll love you Wednesday but not the next day
I'm having sex with your mama and your best friend... HEY
Let's keep it simple, a pimp with a dick and dimples
And a baby face, maybe these traits make me a sex symbol

This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto

Getting raw, I'm massaging your tits
Make you forget for a minute I'm a misogynist prick
A superficial pimp, kissing your lips, gripping your hips
It's none of your business where it's been, long as it fits

I ain't rich, but bitch, I can afford it
Kick your ass out of bed to fix me breakfast in the morning
I can't remember your name, and I apologize
A dime-a-dozen, if you're looking for loving, you got the wrong guy

Too much stress, too many pregnancy tests
Too many ladies writing 8e's name on they chest
Claiming it's my baby, don't be taking my check
We only had oral sex, give this villain a rest

The moral of the story is I'm pompous, obnoxious
There's nothing in my wallet
Have you digging in your father's pockets

It's common knowledge that you're all about fucking
So quit fronting, I ain't fucking for nothing
YA DUMB BITCH!

This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto
This is for the hoes in the ghetto
The hoes in the ghetto, the hoes in the ghetto