Ghetto love is what I need
It aint always smoking weed
Or getting high
It's about loving each other 'till we die
Yea we gone hit up the malls
And neva stop with the phone calls
We say say what's on our mind
Me and my boo will just blurt it out all the time
Most people may say this is and unusual relationship
But on a serious tip
I bet it's real love
No, betta yet, it's our ghetto love
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