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play time over - ghetto baby boom lyrics

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
n*gga, game up
n*gga, play time over, put your chains up
know that sh*t gon’ bang on proud if i f*ck up (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
wonder if i get clowned if i cuff her
all that f*ckin’, run that cheese up (ooh)
only thing i’m worried ’bout if a n*gga hit my girl, my house been f*ckin’ it up
n*gga, the other side ain’t seein’ us
but i’m into it with the whole city, every time i hit the city, i slide bullet truck
ain’t no n*gga hate me now, ain’t no n*gga turn me up
ain’t gon’ lie, gotta get the joke, hit on one, turn me up
don’t ask me where i’m at, i’m where the bricks at, n*gga
you should already know, n*gga, i’m in detroit
man, who piped her up? man, who slicin’ her? (boy)
that sh*t bad, but my cousin put thе ho in her (the pimpin’)
i ain’t scared of nonе of you n*ggas (me either)
these diamond chains in this range the only thing gon’ make me freeze up

[verse 2: ghetto baby boom]
get out like who said what? tell ’em yop in
before this rap sh*t, we had the city out on steppin’, n*gga
you say the wrong sh*t, okay, we at your necklace with it
we get reckless with it, hop out trippin’, disrespect a n*gga
these n*ggas ain’t on that sh*t for real like who they lyin’ to?
we go body for body, pull up, pop up like a drive*thru (yop)
who that hangin’ out the roof? they ain’t even see me walkin’ up
hit his ass so f*ckin’ fast, that n*gga d*mn near threw his gun
like dj khaled, this a hit, we want another one (yeah)
she ain’t tryna f*ck for free, okay, then give her a lil’ somethin’
watch me tell her friend, now that lil’ friend gon’ try to f*ck me
b*tch keep askin’ can’t she see me chain, ain’t you lookin’ at it? (don’t worry ’bout it)
i heard she be around the opps, i’m finna play her stupid (don’t worry ’bout it)
catch her walkin’ out the club, got her buy a hoodie
through like i’m dame dash, you gotta pay for this p*ssy
arp came with a sh*ll catcher, boy, this not a fully (okay then)
i’m a pit, which type of dog is you? you not a bully (seen your type)
[?] even proud to geek you up, i’m just gon’ go and do it
mad influenced, heard that sh*t my whole childhood
i got popped at thirteen, i knew i had to keep a gun
that’s why every time they see me out, they be scared as f*ck (sh*t)
i never knew you was an opp, bro, hold your chin up
i got sense with somethin’ in the air so i can feel it, huh (tellin’ you)
all eyes on me like pac, n*gga, i’m a real one (yeah)
i get to fallin’ back from n*ggas when i hear they snitchin’ (i don’t know about ’em)
i be really on that sh*t, i ain’t got time to kick it
another opp just got k!lled and i was dyin’ to k!ll him
i guess somebody from the ghetto send me an early christmas (yeah)

- ghetto baby boom lyrics

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