Growing Up Featuring Christina Mickey lyrics

Growing Up Featuring Christina Mickey lyrics

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Send "Growing Up Featuring Christina Mickey" Ringtone to your Cell [Mickey] I ain`t nothin but a hustler, I raised like that Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that Ol` G`s taught us game, we was made like that Cross the family, ya get sprayed wit a mac, laid flat My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin Me and brother didn`t like the way my mother was copin So we promised to get my momma out Betta car, betta house And if daddy ain`t gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life No heat, no light at the crib at night Stay strapped, gat attached next to my ribs at night Cause them fiends`ll try to steal yo life Muthafucka this Chicago Everything I live for, I die for Cash Money the click I`ll ride for Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn`t fuckin wit me Now the whole workld in love wit Mickey Cash Money Millionaires nigga [Hook: Turk] Growing up was hard in them project bricks I ain`t gone even lie dawg I ain`t neva had shit It was hard dawg wit out a father figure Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga [Christina] Nigga I`m from city where niggaz gang bang and shit Up on the corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit I tote em quick and make chickens get over Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked the fuck over Shit I`m not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto Leg, back, arms, ice up to the elbow Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in the ghetto Slimmy`s pack simmy`s, squeeze 50 in the ghetto Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart Hit the roach, don`t smoke, it`ll have you senseless in the ghetto Cuz niggaz will beat you senseless in the ghetto I`m glad I moved my mom to the ponds, out the palms of the ghetto True divas neva settle for the ghetto Come on, and that`s real Cash Money nigga [Hook] [Turk] Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard Couldn`t keep up wit the Jones, cuz we didn`t have funds In the summer it was hot, cuz we didn`t have air Daddy wasn`t even around like he didn`t even care I ain`t gon` lie, sometimes I used to get pissed off At my momma like it was her fault but it wasn`t at all Used to keep a pair of tennis for at least six months When they got scuffed up, we just patched `em up Had to be inside early, yeah I punched the clock Didn`t have no telephone or no cable box Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal Livin on welfare and my momma`s pray Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up Times was heard for me dawg growin up [Hook] Send " Growing Up Featuring Christina Mickey" Ringtone to your Cell Growing Up Featuring Christina Mickey lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Growing Up Featuring Christina Mickey lyrics @ ELyrics | Growing Up Featuring Christina Mickey lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Growing Up Featuring Christina Mickey lyrics @ Songlyrics | Growing Up Featuring Christina Mickey lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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