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showjoe - ghetto garden no flowers كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, alright
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
f_ck

[verse 1]
f_f_ck your gang, f_ck your posse
i been making cake every day as a hobby
she gon’ give me brain in the back of the lobby
t_touch a hundred k before i could drink bacardi
swag, swag, they gon’ copy (yeah)
yeah, they try to rob me (yeah)
tell them n_ggas, “peace, man“
k!ll my opps like gandhi
bad b_tch brought a pecan, light skin hottie
don’t play boy games, peace, man
tell a b_tch, “sorry“
(yeah)
and you know i gotta represent
on the, on the real, i could be the president (for real, yeah)
r_real north side resident
real 17 resident (ooh)
really, i could be the president
she wanna f_ck, i could tell, it’s indefinite
i could delete her man, evident (ooh)
yeah, god put me on the right path
i’m just tryna find out where heaven is (yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
i get money wherever i go
gettin’ and spending this sh_t like a cycle
i’m up in beverly chillin’ with a white hoe
sh_t, let’s f_cking get high, hoe
she not my main girl, she just a side hoe
she mention her boyfriend just as a side note (yeah, yeah)
he a lil’ broke with his b_tch ass
he do not know where his b_tch at
showjoe, he finna hop out, he just sit back (yeah, woo)
i’m f_ckin’ this b_tch, then i emote
we hit that boy with a pickaxe
we [?] like where [?] been at?
she gon’ be back just for the day
she don’t give me brain like [?]
f_ck his gang, what he claim
in the gang, n_ggas fake
n_ggas hate, n_ggas hate
i rock [?], it’s okay
say you not gettin’ paid, stay out my face
[bridge]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
say he got more swag than showjoe
(yeah)
you say you got more swag than showjoe

[verse 2]
ayy, h_ll nah, n_gga, h_ll nah
last year, i was broke in the stu’ making dead rocks
young n_gga really came up from the ghetto
knew that i would be a star right from the get_go
need a, need a big house in the suburbs
i could jump in the pool for the summer
c_could i jump to the moon? yes, i wonder
i’ma ball til’ i’m six feet under

[outro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

- showjoe

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