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That ghetto love
There's a lot of ways to love But that ghetto love is that good shit Ain't nuttin goushie about it Mother fuckers don't hold your hand Open any doors for you But they find other ways to adore you Like, if a nigga shares his weed with you , or you know where he holds his stash Girl your good
And when he don't make love to you Its ok because when he's fucking you He's fucking you good ain't he? That raw hardcore shit. That's him letting you know, you ain't going no where. Your his ride a die Right hand women
Always making sure you rock the latest fashion Pays for your hair to be did Nails done Gucci heals with a purse to match Car with them spinner rims Why? you always gotta look good for him
He's a hustler Does what he must to get his shit done Never worried about catching a case Nah , no time to waist There's money to made
He be Staying out all hours of the night Making that hustlers dough While you home waiting for him to come in and grab you by the waist, kiss your neck and say I missed you babe Never saying I love you That's fine though Knowing he's addicted to your cooking and pussy, is some good shit Damn right
If your a hustlers bitch you know, pussy whip that nigga, he'll never go But Keep that shit tight Remember he'll never marry you! But thats ok to A piece of paper has nothing on That ghetto love right?
If you've lived it You know what I'm saying If you haven't Don't knock it That'll make you a hater