Ghetto Girl lyrics

Artist  : Half-a-mill 
Song : Ghetto Girl



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Verse 1:



I used to watch you in the schoolyard while you
jump rope



baretts in your hair, fresh gear, your Brothers
pump dope



I approached you but no others could come close,
I used to buy you



slices of Pizza and Strawberry iceys



gentleman style, always talkin' very nicely



everytime we played House I'd be the Husband you
the Wifey



Mom dukes whoopin' your ass because you liked
me



walkin' down the block switchin' ya ass tryin' to
excite me 



I still have those letters that you used to write
me



about how since we met up you see the future
brightly



young love, smooth and politely



untouched 



my one touch had you sprung up 



on the phone for hours



I told you before we hung up, "Young stuff,
this World is ours" 



together Girl we can make a better World



my ghetto Girl....







Chorus - 



You're my ghetto girl in a ghetto World 



for you I'd dead the World



I'll never forget my ghetto girl



you're a ghetto girl in a ghetto World



gave me a better World



I'll never forget my ghetto girl 



you're a ghetto girl in a ghetto World



for you I'd dead the World



I'll never forget my ghetto girl 







Verse 2:



I still spend days reminiscin' 



age changed, different livin' 



cables and chains, waves spinnin' 



had you in the projects, the Gods knowledged you
as my Wisdom 



always around tryin' to lock me down like
Prison



I saw your vision 



always wishin' for the day we'd have kids'n



wedding and a Cristening 



baguettes around your wrist'n 



chicks used to say to you always "Why you
stick with him?"



"Every conversation we have you always
mention him"



in all actuality they just mad 'cause I ain't get
with them 



and all the Men they ever had seemed to split on
them 



but I ain't gonna do you like those Cats did to
them 



hustlin' cracks, bustin' the MAC so nice clothes
can cover your back



you lovin' me and I'm lovin' you back 



rubbin' your back



can't nobody tell you other than that.







Chorus - 







Verse 3: 



Out of this World



no more Guess, you're a Gibana girl



givin' me Sex, you were a "I guess I'll try
it" girl



still into baguettes, Tennis set type of World



Black Queen Nefertiti in the flesh in my World



in the best of my World



you're obsessed with my World



I'd tell you how much I was blessed since you
stepped in my World



I loved to caress you and express to you 



I only want whats best for you 



sexin' you in unforgettable ways, I treasure
you



pleasure you to an extent thats imeasureable



it's terrible, with every intent to put the spell
on you



share with you



in Eight-Fifty-I's you see a clearer view



here boo, this Six is for you



I want you to live it too. 







Chorus