Young Fyre - Ghetto Love lyrics

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] I'm talkin' 'bout ghetto love (Girl don't keep me waitin' for that) Ghetto love! (Talk 'bout misbehavin' cause when I) Get you home in the sack (And when I give it to you Give it back, give it back, give it back, give it back, give it back) I'm talkin' 'bout ghetto love (Girl don't keep me waitin' for that) Ghetto love! (Talk 'bout misbehavin' cause when I) Get you home in the sack (And when I give it to you Give it back, give it back, give it back, give it back, give it back naked a**) [Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] I'm talkin' 'bout socks on, socks off, get my, rocks off Big old, back end, wax on, wax off You can have it however you like, thin or go bad Make it sure the cookie monster is tight Ginseng make ya swing from the chandelier I know I sing but it's a real man standin' here Now that I think cackle Lay on your back girl, I'll have you thinkin' I'm the king of the world! When I put my thing in ya girl! I'm pullin' micro-braids and weaves out, blowin' backs and knees out Have ya screamin' Kali baby after that I ease out Predator lookin' for a black and decker pecker wrecker With better than bed and head and make me wish I never left her Hey! Don't tell your girlfriend how I beat it up and your man; He so cold to ya and I heat it up Let go your inhibitions, reservations: swallow them Get some ghetto-ness, I give it to you at your mom and nems [Hook] (2X) [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] Have you ever all witnessed the "just been hit with a dick" stature? From a n***a like me who licks it then hits in it after In your cervix servin' you some of this summer salami Work up a sweat from pa**ionate s** like performing pilates Ghetto! I'm lex-er than steel when it comes to real s** in the pill (Precaution) No step in this fill if you scared of catchin' a dilznick Real spit, or do you prefer lil' dick? She said "no I likes it nice and hard to bring the real sh**" And I'll be comin', comin' from around a corner With a box of magnums to put it on you Backpack and newports, a fifth of patron you Never hear Kutt Calhoun's a loner I'm not sincere, not me from the bottom of a bad Motherf**er named Sascha Fierce Drink, drink your kool-aid with a booty naked Ain't nothin' but some motherf**in' s** in here (I) beat the koochie, (I) treat the koochie (I) never heard a b**h call me a p**y (Why?) ain't seducing shut 'em up quick Make 'em cover up dick like she's a coozie Tell 'em Kutt just what you like little mommy and we can settle up We'll have you twitchin', feindin' And constantly thinkin' 'bout my ghe-bout-bout my [Hook] (2X) [Brige: Tech N9ne] I want you to pop it and dip Then upswing your hips Back it up and don't trip Let your back bone slip Spin around get a grip Of the pole and then flip Baby thats the way you strip Here's your tip, not on the lips [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] (Hey-hey) The ghetto be missin' me, I had an epiphany I need some ghetto lovin', so I get what they're diggin' me They sniffin' and kissin' me "Wanna split with me? All in favor say yes Is you is or is you ain't my constituency?" Whooo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo! Heimlich, all over Tech N9ne dick, I'm a organ grind this "Do you know your beautiful and you're fine miss?" And you two, you three finest, "Will you never be mine, miss?" I love big behinds, call me your highndness "Heavens to Murgatroyd, I love when you're workin' You're twirkin' that ghetto booty, even makin' suburban boys Make a lot of suburban noise, got money in my pocket like I'm a turban boy" So after your coochie crusade, you know she ghetto If she come and bring you Kool-Aid (Oh, yeah) [Hook] (2X) [Outro: Krizz Kaliko] I'm talkin about pole slidin', lap dance ridin' Do something strange for some change if your buying But big strippers make big tippers Show no thankful for all their booty you give us For just a drink or two, she'll make and wink at you Drain your change until she think you're through The ohh she got your booty bopper Oochie-wobble watch you while she callin' you poppa The urge to push to thrust I mean to shove Takes you back to the ghetto, for some (Ghetto love)