Ghost, Pt. II

Call for me now in the night yeah
I said ghost in the night in the night in the night, yeah
Rock with me, rock with me shot
Yah yah shimmy yah shimmy yah in the nights yeah she
Tortellini eat it like it's pasta
Got my dreads swinging feeling like a Rasta
Moving like a kid again
Fly her off to Michigan
I'm not no imposter
Keep it real
Shawty why u playing tell me what's the deal
I don't like these pussy n talking yeah
I can't wait, I can't wait, yo gabba on my waist
I forgot where that belt went
Hear the bells in the fuckin' wind
Call for me now
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yuh, Yuh
Pipe down
Don't control me
Pack it up
That's all she wrote
Sleep
Guess I'll break her back and the homie tote that laser pack

And her mom and dad said they'd be back
And I bet she won't know how to act

Bitch can't reach me press ignore, yeah
Reach out if I'm bored, yeah
Camp out with these freaks, tell a hoe be safe when I hit these streets
And then we ghost in the night

Then I guess I'll break her back
and the homie tote that laser pack

Then I bet she won't know how to act
Can't leave a bitch to be your key to Bentley B's she'll have ya trust gone
Keep my ebony I'll paint her white like Sammy Sosa
A number one fan of me, I fled the scene I bet she bogard
Bitch can't let the show stop
Fuck me 'til she doze off
Ooh, ooh
Ahh
Ghost in the night here without you
Ghost in the night, in the night, in the night, in the yea, yea
Aye, aye, aye aye, aye, yeah, aye
Lil' n killin' that Vlone
Kick the bitch out like be gone
I'm finna' bully these n like D-Bo
Lights on, yuh
Lights off, huh
I bet I hop out that back with the revolver
Been playin' these bitches with the cheat code, bust it
Turn the ringer off leave me 'lone
But my T-Jones
White tee on



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Writer(s): Que'von Johnson
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