Seein' Ghost

They hating on the game, but imma always be a player
If the bitch ain't my bitch, then you know that imma play her
Call that shit "Misogyny" she sucking on my balls
I'm tweaking out like she massaging me
Up it like a rack a week
That's just how it go to be, I'm a walking prodigy
Prada her, Prada you, Fuck it imma Prada me
I get this shit up on my own, only one who proud of me
Loud za, fast whip, stack thick
Ice white, Trap got 'em flipping like the back ship
Big hits, big clips, was there behind the scene shit
Walking on the moon, with that blood out my feet drip

Her pussy to wet, uh
She got some Voss in it
I want that bitched named Rachel, put some Ross in it
She said she want some chicken linguine, I put some shrimp in it
I just parked at the Motel 6, I put my Brim in it
He said he wanna get his shit hit, I put some lead in him
She said she wanna fuck up, I put some dick in it
You go think my name flash, how fast I get that chicken
Pot only hot when I put my fuckin' hand in it

In the kitchen whipping, about to make a play today
Pour a 4, put the perk in the Gatorade
She said
She"Seein' ghost" I'm 'bout to burn some sage today
Sipping wocky, fuck around and have a heart attack
Pop to many perkys 'bout to have a perk attack
She said she don't like me 'cause i'm not black
Went to the gas station and copped a six pack
Ugly bitch, breath stink she need a Tic-Tac
Fuck around you get hit by real shooters
You be talking hella shit, but its from behind a computer
You be talking all that shit, and had little bro spin on a scooter
Wocky making me retarded, yeah
I might need me a tutor

Just took your bitch to Hooters
Tried to run off with my chains
Had to fucking shoot her
Bitch I'm running with the looters
And I like me a cougar
Amiri pants with the ruger
Leave 'em bald, Lex Luther



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Writer(s): Isaiah Clarke
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