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, cause that shit is bomb
TUNE IN!
