Ghost Type

Who killed ghost
Mother fucker I ain't never died
Deep fry niggas
Like mcdonald fries
I make tommy make your kids
Hate lullabies
Now say goodbye
Your eye ball gone like spanky
Do my maury dance
I ain't da daddy
Trap queens always tryna trap me
I be running on these tracks
Like a track meet
Centennial park I'm a athlete
Looka looka here
Pass the liquor over here
Pouring out some henny
In my fucking beer
I'm alcoholic every fucking year
I met a bad bitch
Down at jerk fest
A guyanese bitch
made my dick twitch
She wanna show me off in picnic
My songs on the radio
I been lit
No feedback
Yuh bumpa like
I tried to change my ways
But fuck the rice
Can't trust bitches
A dog for life
You bought a wedding ring
Didn't place it right
Yea

Bad lil bitch
Wanna fuck with me
Because of my vibe
I know she just want sumn from me
She don't gotta lie
she don't gotta lie
And all these niggas wanna get me
They can just try
And I ain't worried bout that
Cuz real niggas don't die
Oh
Lemme hit it wit the lights
On
I don't wanna do no fights
No
You should know I got some stripes
Oh
Baby you are not my type
Your are not my type
Type
Your are not my type
You are not my type
Type type type



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Writer(s): Marlon Smith
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