Salty Banana With An Added Pinch Of Bling Songtext

i hope you're feeling this shit, what
uh-huh, yeah
DJ Dustbin in the house
for the lobstahbacks in the house
yo, yo, yo

eyyo i spit these rhymes like aint nobody know
everybody be hatin me because of my flow
my rhymes aint serious, im so delirious, i'll fuck your girlfriend like that cuz i'm so mysterious
i remember the time that I was a little boy
i was out there playin with guns instead of toys
I used to wear the same clothes all week
momma couldn't afford the cleaners so i really reeked
you know those bling bling hoes, what the fuck do they know? they ain't ghetto they just got that fuckin coke in they nose

Those bling bling hoes, what the fuck do they know? They ain't ghetto they just got that fucking coke up they nose x4

There's gotta be more to life than eating ramen noodles everynight, I mean that shit's tight, right?
But I, want fine cuisine, like lean cuisine, and every fucking frozen food in between
Now that I'm a little older we moved up a little bit, we're working class now instead of shit Now I can afford my weed, and my opium seed, but even gasoline cuz it does the deed

Those bling bling hoes, what the fuck do they know? They ain't ghetto they just got that fucking coke up they nose x4

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was DJ Dustbin in this mother-fucker
Rappin this shit up, tearin it up, ya know what I'm sayin?
Yo, you gotta check this new shit out man
It's called GhettoWear
You gotta fuckin check it out, it's tight man
Everyone's wearing it in the mother-fucking ghetto so you better get yourself some GhettoWear
Word. Word to yo mama
One love, peace out, I'm fuckin peacin outta here
Yeah

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