Ghost
Bang my chest bitch, now my nuts hang
Turn the radio off when I laugh
Got a dolce for when u wanna dance
Lit my blunt up, took it from the bag
Took a 84 and put it in my bag
Took a 86, mixin' up my drank
All these groupies hoes, claiming they my fan
You the bigger foe, make your neck hang
With a lotta foes, I might need me gang
Got my cousin home, we be talking M's
Bring the dozen home, weapon for the gang
I could fuck a hoe, and make my nuts hang
Fuck the method
In a corner store, lotta motherfuckers
Knock the window down, I see different flavors
Pop the finger now, master recipe with no pepper
Fill my double cup, laser thru the chaos
Got the aura of a mafia, offer em' to jésu
Let you count it up, let you count my hunnids
In front of pussy motherfucker, I would never fumble
This ain't no concert, mosh pit till we bleed son
We got the camera, go and make a threesome
I got the dollars, she wanna make some mean fun
Stop the ashin', realize it's my fuckin lean cup
Had the habits, with no real explanation
Pull the trigger, with no real hesitation
I don't forget, when I was on medication
Tell me "Does your homie own the record label?"
Couple dumb bitches give me head on sight
Got an Asian with no setback on the right
Miss info can't keep secret for her life
I'm the reason she can't sleep alone at night
What it do?, We should stop fore we ghost
When I hit? Did u ever see me miss?
When I swing the arm, It's a fuckin' kill
Got an extra tank, I don't need a fill
Turn the radio off when I laugh
Got a dolce for when u wanna dance
Lit my blunt up, took it from the bag
Took a 84 and put it in my bag
Took a 86, mixin' up my drank
All these groupies hoes, claiming they my fan
You the bigger foe, make your neck hang
With a lotta foes, I might need me gang
Got my cousin home, we be talking M's
Bring the dozen home, weapon for the gang
I could fuck a hoe, and make my nuts hang
Fuck the method
In a corner store, lotta motherfuckers
Knock the window down, I see different flavors
Pop the finger now, master recipe with no pepper
Fill my double cup, laser thru the chaos
Got the aura of a mafia, offer em' to jésu
Let you count it up, let you count my hunnids
In front of pussy motherfucker, I would never fumble
This ain't no concert, mosh pit till we bleed son
We got the camera, go and make a threesome
I got the dollars, she wanna make some mean fun
Stop the ashin', realize it's my fuckin lean cup
Had the habits, with no real explanation
Pull the trigger, with no real hesitation
I don't forget, when I was on medication
Tell me "Does your homie own the record label?"
Couple dumb bitches give me head on sight
Got an Asian with no setback on the right
Miss info can't keep secret for her life
I'm the reason she can't sleep alone at night
What it do?, We should stop fore we ghost
When I hit? Did u ever see me miss?
When I swing the arm, It's a fuckin' kill
Got an extra tank, I don't need a fill
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