Ghetto Princess lyrics

[Intro]
(Rari)
(Ear Drummers)
(Rari)
(Mike WiLL M—)
(Young Rari)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)

[Verse 1: Sexyy Red]
Hoes hatin' on me when they wake up in the mornin' (Huh?)
Sexyy ride foreign, I'm turnt up, b*tch, you borin'
Your n*gga on my bumper, you should thank me, I ignored him
Text these hoes back, I only do it out of boredom (Na-na)
I like gettin' money, I like fast cars
b*tch, go wash your coochie with them doo-doo-ass drawers (Ew)
I'm from the Northside, them Crip hoes be suckin' balls (I'm blessed)
b*tches be on that friendly sh*t, I ain't with that sh*t at all (Nope)
Hoes hatin' on me, you know that I'm the sh*t (Sеxyy)
My brother already told me that that pus*y smеll like fish (Um)
You thought you had some tea on me, whole time, you drinkin' p*ss (Dummy)
Sexyy Red the chosen one, I'm turnt up, b*tch, I'm it
I'm smokin' all these hoes, good opp pack (Gas)
Heard that diss song and that sh*t was hella whack (It's ass)
Ho say I'm her cousin, I don't know you like that
We ain't cool, b*tch, if I see you, gettin' smacked
I came up from nothin', now I got them meat rolls
n*ggas think I'm sexy, you should see me out these clothes (Fine)
AMG ridin', I be slidin' on all my hoes
Got some long red weave and my nails match my toes (Fire)
[Chorus: Sexyy Red]
Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this sh*t
You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of b*tch
Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this sh*t
You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of b*tch, Sexyy

[Post-Chorus: Sexyy Red]
Keep a bankroll in a sexy outfit
Stomach on flat and I got some perky tits
Young and I'm turnt, whatever I want, I'ma get
Real trench b*tch, I'm from the North, don't you forget, Sexyy

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
b*tch, this polo foreign, this is not Ralph Lauren
'Bout them blueberries, we will split a n*gga orange (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Call you back, I'm tourin', you gon' make me horny
Ass redder than that flight I booked you for the mornin' (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Ferraris and Porsches, they think that I ride horses
All this lemon-lime I pour, they think Chief Sosa got an endorsement (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Tryna ball like Chief So, you don't need no Porsches
All you gotta do is have that sauce and that's important (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
I got alfredo, turn you to some ragù
Wrist got the b*tch stuck, lookin' like a statue (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Yeah, my Lamborghini fast, my Hellcat's fast too
All these 'Cats, you would think I bought 'em 'cause I had to (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Did I have to? Man, I never do
From the trenches, get rich, sh*t'll better you (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
At the venue, countin' revenue
Big forty-five, I don't care if you 7'2" (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Big forty-five, I don't care if it's seven of you
n*ggas tryna be me, doin' sh*t that I'll never'll do (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
All this sh*t on my body, I'm a walkin' number two (Yeah)
You ain't fu', but you got fu' n*ggas under you (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Ayy, I be smokin' good opp pack
Point the Glory Boyz to where the hood spots at (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Glory Boyz get to blowin', Superman couldn't stop that
Gucci plaid make a b*tch ask for my jack (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Rolls-Royces make a b*tch ask to give you neck
Nasty b*tch love when I spit up in a gat (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Brrt-brrt, yeah, hello, man, who this?
I don't know, I got you saved as, "Fat booty b*tch" (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
[Chorus: Sexyy Red]
Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this sh*t
You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of b*tch
Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this sh*t
You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of b*tch, Sexyy

[Post-Chorus: Sexyy Red]
Keep a bankroll in a sexy outfit
Stomach on flat and I got some perky tits
Young and I'm turnt, whatever I want, I'ma get
Real trench b*tch, I'm from the North, don't you forget, Sexyy

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bang, bang, bang, bang