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Текст песни «Ghetto Children» от Juvenile

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Представляем точный текст композиции "Ghetto Children" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juvenile. Наша коллекция содержит детально проверенные слова песни, включая скрытые метафоры, отсылки и эмоции, вложенные автором. Лирика «Ghetto Children» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Juvenile передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани любимого трека.


Juvenile - "Ghetto Children"

[Verse 1]

In these times we gotta hustle cuz our pockets be hurt
Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work
Is she ready for that, you wanna wash the bus
Let a nigga know where they at so aint no stoppin us
If you handle yo business right Ima promote yo ass
You bitch out and try to kite Ima come smoke yo ass
The shit that Im givin you they tryin blood ta get
The vicks be runnin through because they love the shit
So dont come with that no one bout it shit was cool
Niggas tried ta rob me nobody was comin through
Snitches I cant have that
Bitches I cant have that
Riches you can have that
Just bring me my cash back
Look its all gravy with me go head and shine
Thats how you play it with me ya big time
All I want is the Gs
With a trunk full of keys
A benz on 20s
You got something you can lend me
Shit nigga I aint doing nothin for me for free
Cant put no trust in you niggas cuz yall be tryin ta run G
Cuz I dont like dreamin bout makin no cheese
Wanna see my muthafuckin bank account O.D.ed [(over dosed)]


[Chorus 2X]
Until then Ima be thuggin behind a project buildin
Smokin that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)

[Verse 2]

Now Im on some shit again
Leave a nigga stranded like Gilligan
Hundreds Im considerin
Lex it for a millian
Catch it nigga Im killinem
They spot but I aint feelinem
My jacket off appearin them
Some a say its numerary
Parntnas in for sipperin
Juvenile is different
Look at what I did to them
Niggas wearin reeboks instead of nikes and timbalands
Bitch niggas I be tippinem
My mac 9 it be flippinem
Some of these niggas is tryin ta run G
So I be gippinem
They would do the same to me
Niggas aint no family
Shit is all a game to me
But nobody gone handle me
400 degreez
Tottin guns runnin with me
No wonder we need
Mo money one could receive
Nigga wanna deal with this christ
Ima put it open in his life
Never should I fuck with me right
Why you keep duckin me shy
Ima knock ya head off
Nigga tryin ta get to ya fuck tryin ta play it off
You made the beef nigga so why is you scared
If you mind yo fuckin business then yo life would be spared
I cant see it
Nigga try ta make me out a bitch I cant be it
I had a muthafuckin problem with niggas like freed me
You probably can save yall self but you cant save yall neighbors
Um, and now I got cha spinnin on round like a baseball playa
Put on this the table Ima hitem a nine
Foolish I had ta tame ta keep these niggas in line
Look cuz I dont like dreamin about makin no cheese
Wanna see my muthafuckin bank account ODed [(over dosed])

[Chorus 2X]

Ask them niggas bout me
Bet them bitches know me
Magnolia head buster out that wild T.C.
Ima young nigga
Look at what ya done nigga
You done made me mad
Now Im goin get my gun nigga
Betta watch cha tongue nigga
Cuz Im gettin dumb nigga
Killed one nigga
Represent where Im from nigga
See thangs dont cha never do fuck with a man his change or his mamma
You do that you wont drama
Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
Im out cha which one of you boys want me
Ima keep it real with ya
Ya say you the man, I know Im the man and Im ready ta deal with cha
Im prepared for the toe taggin
Keep my reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin
Now, I done rocked a couple of Gs and done flipped that two times
I know Im in a problem and they gonna persuit mine
I got bills ta pay I cant be playin with you jokers
These youngsters somethin else now ya bout ta get promoka
You cant understand how a nigga my age
Can hit the streets psyhced up bustin with the twelve gage
But I dont like ta dream about makin no cheese
In the future wanna see my fuckin pockets Oded [(over dosed)]

[Chorus 1X]

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