Ghetto Boy

Run Run to your goal
Ghetto boy
Otherwise, you will be destroyed
Yes,I know it hard to get up off your knees
Destroy your Fucking enemies
Rock your body, rock your mind
Ghetto boy
Otherwise, you will be destroyed
Yes,I know it hurts to get up off your knees
Let them pity your
Fucking enemies
There's a lot of work in our ghetto oh
Oh
You can sell cake or fucking weapons
But you better not play with fire son
But If you wanna big cash
Welcome to gagster world
You can stand next to me and understand
I am your best friend who will give you fucking chance
I went through fire and water yes I paid
I printed money and played oh
Dirty games
Run Run to your goal
Ghetto boy
Otherwise, you will be destroyed
Yes,I know it hard to get up off your knees
Destroy your Fucking enemies
Rock your body, rock your mind
Ghetto boy
Otherwise, you will be destroyed
Yes,I know it hurts to get up off your knees
Let them pity your
Fucking enemies
Don't take the sin
Don't take this bitch away
When she's alive she sucks well my dick okey
You take the UZI, the golden glock
And the AK
You wanna robe this bank, but in the end You will pay
Hey homie know I never be a rat
I always hated cops
For me it's like a red threat
Hey homie end up with fucking codeine dreams
It's time to do the big thing, do billions, do show things
Yes I quit that shit
I don't smoke ZA ZA, I'm running banks
I'm not messing around, I'm printing the cache printing the cache
I carry bags and glue the money like wallpaper oh
I am the golden boy born in the ghetto bro!
You are running banks
You are running bro
You are printing cash
Like wallpapers oh
Hey ghetto boy
Run to your goal
It's to to change the rules
You want it all You want it all
O-O-O-O-O-O
You want it all You want it all
O-O-O-O-O-O
You want it all
Im Running banks Bro



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Writer(s): Dmitrii Zaitcev
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