Ghetto Love Songtext
von Lute

Ghetto love and that′s what I need (I need)
More ratchet more better, yeah, that's my speed (my speed)
The one you can slide on in the hooptie (hooptie)
That one who know you gon′ buy some drink and good weed (good weed)
Ratchet love and that's a good call (hey)
Can whip you a meal late night with no drawls (no drawls)
Make you feel like a king inside them four walls (walls)
More ratchet more better, that's a good call, a good call


I′ll take a woman over two bad bitches on God (God)
But I′ll still CashApp forty dollars if you don't take card
The ratchet more better, the key to my heart
I need a girl that′s named after a car
'Cause I can′t afford a Mercedes
But I can go half on a baby and name her Alexus
Baby girl, you a blessing
If God was a woman, that sundress give a nigga hell in heaven
Hop in a whip, spaceships gon' dip like The Jetsons
Shorty sweet like a honeysuckle she
Don′t fuck with suckers so I'm just her type
Do it right, she gon' do you good if you play your cards, nigga
Times is hard, I need to lay my head
On your shoulder or between your legs
Talk is cheap so I′m sayin′ less
I ain't gotta impress ′cause she know I'm real
We could fuck, we could chill
We could woodgrain, grip the wheel
We could love, we could chill
Ghetto love is how I feel
Need me a bitch that can grip the steel

Ghetto love and that′s what I need (I need)
More ratchet more better, yeah, that's my speed (my speed)
The one you can slide on in the hooptie (hooptie)
That one who know you gon′ buy some drink and good weed (good weed)
Ratchet love and that's a good call (hey)
Can whip you a meal late night with no drawls (no drawls)
Make you feel like a king inside them four walls (walls)
More ratchet more better, that's a good call, a good call

I′m tellin′ you, "Nah, I ain't perfect"
My imperfections ain′t confessions
But, baby, tell me is it worth it?
'Cause girl them legs are like concessions
I mean I got eggplant if you vegan
A sweet tooth ′cause I been teething
And lately baby you've been teasin′ you playin' too much
Or maybe I'm sayin′ too much
So maybe we ain′t sayin' enough, shit


What′s understood love don't love me like it should some days
It′s all good 'cause I know a nigga stuck in his ways
You see, love to watch you walk but hate to see you go
And I don′t like the rush so we can take shit slow (take it slow)

She wear them blue nails like it's Crip set
Put a jewel on your finger, no Dipset
Drop that thing down, flip it, reverse it
When she walk the ass feel like it's cursive
I need a real bitch on some real shit
Split some kids with on some real shit
(I need a real bitch on some real shit
Split some kids with on some real shit)

Ghetto love and that′s what I need (I need)
More ratchet more better, yeah, that′s my speed (my speed)
The one you can slide on in the hooptie (hooptie)
That one who know you gon' buy some drink and good weed (good weed)
Ratchet love and that′s a good call (hey)
Can whip you a meal late night with no drawls (no drawls)
Make you feel like a king inside them four walls (walls)
More ratchet more better, that's a good call, a good call

Ooh, oh-ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

"So I say all this to say
Fuck all that shit, bruh"
(Gold Mouf)