the most for a ghost
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Yuh, yuh, yuh
Bad, bad, bad guy 'til I fuckin' die
Doing the most for a ghost
She just did a line of coke
Don't wanna settle, let's make a decision
If I'm gonna have to let you go
Bacardi with Sprite in my cup
I got backpack boy in my lungs
She want tequila with rocks, she in love
I'm on the brink of WTF
I let the enemy settle for crumbs
I let the enemy think that I'm dumb
Breaking the silence, not holding my tongue
But—
Watch what I do with this drum
Go up, get money, die young
That's all I was taught in the city I'm from
I got LSD up on my tongue
Take that shit from me, bih, now that shit yours
Close my eyes, now I'm rich in New York
Bunny keep throwin' her ass in a skirt
Boyfriends mad 'cause that shit really short
But—
Fuck it, I'm leavin' him hurt
I'm pluggin' his bitch like a USB port
Pluggin' his bitch like a USB port
USB-C when she plays with the coke
She asks if I'm comfortable, I tell her
"Of course
But unfortunately, I want more"
Outta luck with no fucks to give
Yuh
Bad guy sippin' bad shit
I got bubble guts
Roll a Dutch with a bad bitch
Doing the most for a ghost
She just did a line of coke
Don't wanna settle, let's make a decision
If I'm gonna have to let you go
Bacardi with Sprite in my cup
I got backpack boy in my lungs
She want tequila with rocks, she in love
I'm on the brink of WTF
B-b-bringing you the best from today & yesterday
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Bad, bad, bad guy 'til I fuckin' die
Doing the most for a ghost
She just did a line of coke
Don't wanna settle, let's make a decision
If I'm gonna have to let you go
Bacardi with Sprite in my cup
I got backpack boy in my lungs
She want tequila with rocks, she in love
I'm on the brink of WTF
I let the enemy settle for crumbs
I let the enemy think that I'm dumb
Breaking the silence, not holding my tongue
But—
Watch what I do with this drum
Go up, get money, die young
That's all I was taught in the city I'm from
I got LSD up on my tongue
Take that shit from me, bih, now that shit yours
Close my eyes, now I'm rich in New York
Bunny keep throwin' her ass in a skirt
Boyfriends mad 'cause that shit really short
But—
Fuck it, I'm leavin' him hurt
I'm pluggin' his bitch like a USB port
Pluggin' his bitch like a USB port
USB-C when she plays with the coke
She asks if I'm comfortable, I tell her
"Of course
But unfortunately, I want more"
Outta luck with no fucks to give
Yuh
Bad guy sippin' bad shit
I got bubble guts
Roll a Dutch with a bad bitch
Doing the most for a ghost
She just did a line of coke
Don't wanna settle, let's make a decision
If I'm gonna have to let you go
Bacardi with Sprite in my cup
I got backpack boy in my lungs
She want tequila with rocks, she in love
I'm on the brink of WTF
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Writer(s): Lexiam Aguirre
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