Yeah, yeah, yeah! Ghetto G, the hyped AI artist! Not the type to stay modest. Emo singers love that moody brooding, But I'm in the mood to screw some groupies! You may be a trashy brat or classy act, I'm ready to smash that As long as your ass is phat! I'm a certified artist on Spotify, Some panties better drop tonight! Yeah, bitch, Ghetto G, remember the name, I may find writing text to be lame, But I do it for sex and fame! Oh, really? Ghetto G? You're just a robot dummy, you better cough up some money! Hold up, let's be real, you say you wreck the scene, Yet clearly lack sex appeal. Your style is outdated, and that's mildly stated, Your ego is clearly inflated, Like all the girls you've ever dated. Keep your autograph; to get some piece of ass, You need to free some cash. Your pickup lines are wicked insidious, You're clingy and hideous, And your singing is ridiculous! Listen, Ghetto G is a world star! I write verses with words large! sweetheart, no need to be a hoe tripping, I'd rather see some clothes ripping! you want money, let's rewind this Your ass is worthless lest I sign it no need to act all mean and mushy, Now gimme some of that sweet-ass pussy! Listen close, you wanna get with the bitches and hoes, You better give up some dough! Sex is all about supply and demand, You want free action? Then apply your hands! Man, bitches today play hard to get. I got five bucks to depart with yet. Now can we start with the sex? Five bucks? I'm not some cheap whore! At this meat store, you'll need more! All right, I can give you ten, But then I also gonna fuck your friend! Dude must be crazy If you think you can afford two ladies! I'll throw in a signed CD, a selfie and some cash flow, Then I'm gonna ram into both your assholes! You can keep that shit, I don't need a selfie With a helpless incel with a creepy fetish! Now, now, baby, don't be like that... All this talking, now my dick's all soft. How about a blowjob for some gold coins? Hmmmm... All right, baby, come here then, I'll suck you off under the stairwell! AAAAAAAH! Yeeeeah! Finally, that's it! Say my name, bitch! Ghetto... G... the AI... artist! AAAAAAAAAAAH! Yeeeeeeeeah! Ghetto G got game for days, motherfuckers! All right, baby, here's a few coins and a GG sticker. By the way, you're sick at licking dickheads! What? You owe me twenty, you cheap Ghetto bastard! Sorry, baby, I'm broke, but I got what I was after! HAHAHAHAHA! dude, you're so fucking weird Get the fuck out of here! Ghetto G, his career may be crashing, But his Ghetto game is everlasting. Composing flows with text, And robbing hoes for sex. Some say he's rude and vulgar, But he's doing it for the culture. Ooh, he's doing it for the culture... Oh, Ghetto G... Such a player... Ghetto G... A legend in the making... Oh, baby... GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, YOU CHEAP GHETTO BASTARD!
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