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Артист: TurkНазвание : Growing UpДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop nederhop rap hiphop dutch Видео:
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[Mickey] I ain`t nothin but a hustler, I raised like that Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that Ol` G`s taught us game, we was made like that Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac Laid flat My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin Me and brother didn`t like tha way my mother was (?) So we promised to get my momma out Betta car, betta house And if daddy ain`t gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life No heat, no light at tha crib at night Stay strapped , gat attached next to my ribs at night Cause them fiends`ll try to steal yo life Muthafucka this Chicago Everything I live for, I die for Cash Money tha click I`ll ride for Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn`t fuckin wit me Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey Cash Money Millionaires nigga [Hook(Turk)] Growing up was hard in them project bricks I ain`t gone even lie dawg I ain`t neva had shit It was hard dawg wit out a father figure Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga [Christina] Nigga I`m from city where niggaz gang bang and shit Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit I tote em quick and make chickens get over Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over Shit I`m not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto Slimmy`s pack simmy`s, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart Hit tha roach, don`t smoke, it`ll have u senseless in tha ghetto Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto I`m glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto True divas neva settle for tha ghetto Come on, and that`s real Cash Money nigga [Hook] [Turk] Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard Couldn`t keep up wit tha Jones, cuz we didn`t have funds In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn`t have air Daddy wasn`t even around like he didn`t even care I ain`t gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn`t at all Used to keep a pair of tenny`s for atleast 6 months When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock Didn`t have no telephone or no cable box Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal Livin on welfare and my momma`s pray Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin up [Hook] | Похожие исполнители:
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