Ghost on Me

Aye aye

Why you wanna leave me alone
Why you don't pick up the phone no more
Why you gotta do me to the left
When you did ya dirt I never left
Now you wanna go Ghost On Me
Ghost On Me
Now you wanna go Ghost On Me
She went Ghost On Me
Ghost On Me yea

Now Ima fuck ya best friend and let her come tell you
Scheming bitch she always had her eyes on me
Ima pull up to ya job flexing
Up in ya dream car with a dime next to me
Ima send some pictures to ya Snapchat
And when you see em
I hope that you cry boo
Cause you did me bad
And I'm not one to be lied to
New bitch 5'2
Thick but she not you
Tell me shorty

Why you wanna leave me alone aye
Why you don't pick up the phone no more
Why you gotta do me to the left
Bitch when you did ya dirt I never left
Now you went Ghost On Me
Ghost On Me
Now she went Ghost On Me aye
She went Ghost On Me
Ghost On Me

Ghost On Me
Woah oh yea
Oh hey oh
Hey oh
Ghost On Me
Ghost
Oh hey

Yea
Why why why why why why why
Yea
Ghost On Me



Credits
Writer(s): Stan Thompson
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