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Get The Groove (Jeto Dubstep Remix)
Psychoz
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Pimpin' in the ghetto, I be pimpin' all them hoes
My money's under bank, we rollin' all them things
The headquarter we reppin'
Pimpin' fly ain't all them G packs
Everywhere with a G pass
International player, we them
It's your boy Lil Ray
I'm strappin' the bitches, fuck a bag, and now you heard that
The money's in my bank and the people wanna learn that
We rollin' all them headquarter, I'm ready to be precise
Everybody know that I be pimpin' all the game now
Pimpin' all them mad bitches all up in this game, yo
Money's on my mind, everyday I wake up, I'm so badass
Ayy, I'm on my bad ass, we go from the fuckin' jungle
I been through all them heat, yo
It's your boy Lil Ray, on the dubstep, on the beat
Tryna rip up on the beat, I'ma do it like a G
Ayy, the money on my mind, gettin' paid
Hey, and I be bossin' everyday
I'ma laugh on all them haters, see, I need them more haters
Motivatin' my hustle to drive along them money
Treasures to be needed, and a nigga runnin' down there
The bitches bossin' on my dick, but my dick is still in freedom
But you hear my gat, yo
It's your boy Lil Ray, from the headquarter of the ghetto
Never stop or never slack
Push the switch on the track on my hustle, y'all don't doubt that
Life will go hard, you gon' make it when you struggle
Papa once told me, "You could make it in the jungle"
Hustle to the limit, my desire is my treasure
Never stop shining, we all can make it
Thinkin' about the hustle, ghetto, put a stone on for the work
I'm on the mic, on my studio doin' heat
Everybody tryna get on me, everybody know I'm heat, uh
I'm on the mic, with the money so I'm mine
Everybody tryna stop me, but you know I ain't never stoppin'
Ayy, yo, folk, yo, it's your boy Lil Ray
And from the Garden Ghetto, movin' with the Garden Ghetto
005, 100, 1004
Anythin' you see me want, say it out the open
Open out the poom-poom, pushin' out the corner
Corner anybody with the gun, stone, fiction
These are my decision, never be a notion
Fire gon' boom, bars hangin' out the sofa
005, 100, Direct to the shit
Chasin' my destruction, see, pimpin' my construction
Everybody know that I'm stompin' all the danger
Garden Ghetto's movin' with the bad boys, gon' be killin' it
If you wanna wake up, call up Mr. Cartwright
If you wanna play wet, call up Mr. Lowry
If you wanna play super, give your flag on jet ski
Everybody know the life of the champion of the bunker
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