Smoove'L - Ghetto Gospel lyrics
[Smoove'L - Ghetto Gospel lyrics]
She asking for a Chanel bag
But this bitch won't even buy
A Polo tee for me
I'm very mad at you that
You ain't make me nut
I'm mad I'm mad that you
Ain't make me hard
I'm very mad at you that
You ain't get it off
All you brought into my life
Is some fuckin' -
D-d-d-disappointments, you disappointing me
And I don't need love
And I don't need friends I
Just need fucking weed
Ooh yatty yah
I think that bad sex dun left me traumatized
And your pussy was stinking what
The fuck was I thinking?
I almost cried
I gotta higher my standards
You trash, bitches can't get next to me
Yeah, when I look at my past
What the fuck I was thinking?
Lefty yeah
I really deserve the best, I
Really don't need no stress
I ain't really like the rest niggas
I'm different from em all
Imma answer when you call
Why can't you just get the picture?
And I know the value of myself
You won't keep shy of me
She asking for a Chanel bag
But this bitch won't even buy a Polo tee
Yo fellas
You better watch out for dem Cinderellas
They gon give you a smile
For your fuckin' cheddar
And they don't want your love
They want you cause you doing better
Y'all niggas better watch out
For these bitches man
I'm telling you, they gon show dem titties
They gon show that ass
They gon show all of that to
Get in your motherfuckin' pockets
You niggas who out spending
Spending a band a night on a bitch
Let em go, Let them bitches go
Put it all to your daughter or your mother or
Your son or your father or your family member
This shit facts nigga, no cap
Fuck these hoes, they want nigga bread
It's my bad sex experience
Damn damn damn I'm done
But this bitch won't even buy
A Polo tee for me
I'm very mad at you that
You ain't make me nut
I'm mad I'm mad that you
Ain't make me hard
I'm very mad at you that
You ain't get it off
All you brought into my life
Is some fuckin' -
D-d-d-disappointments, you disappointing me
And I don't need love
And I don't need friends I
Just need fucking weed
Ooh yatty yah
I think that bad sex dun left me traumatized
And your pussy was stinking what
The fuck was I thinking?
I almost cried
I gotta higher my standards
You trash, bitches can't get next to me
Yeah, when I look at my past
What the fuck I was thinking?
Lefty yeah
I really deserve the best, I
Really don't need no stress
I ain't really like the rest niggas
I'm different from em all
Imma answer when you call
Why can't you just get the picture?
And I know the value of myself
You won't keep shy of me
She asking for a Chanel bag
But this bitch won't even buy a Polo tee
Yo fellas
You better watch out for dem Cinderellas
They gon give you a smile
For your fuckin' cheddar
And they don't want your love
They want you cause you doing better
Y'all niggas better watch out
For these bitches man
I'm telling you, they gon show dem titties
They gon show that ass
They gon show all of that to
Get in your motherfuckin' pockets
You niggas who out spending
Spending a band a night on a bitch
Let em go, Let them bitches go
Put it all to your daughter or your mother or
Your son or your father or your family member
This shit facts nigga, no cap
Fuck these hoes, they want nigga bread
It's my bad sex experience
Damn damn damn I'm done