GHOST

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Before we lose control
You gon need to lose your clothes
We be smokin that dro
Make 'em move to the floor
Bitches out of control
Bitch you don't give a fuh
You ain't used to the show
Welcome to the show

They wanna say something hurtful
Shut the fuck up before I desert you
Looking so sweet, but she ain't dessert, yo
He got the Louie V like he tryna be Virgil
I move like a rolling stone
But really I be rolling stoned
Came to far to be going home
Don't let me get in my zone
Can't teach a old dog new tricks
But I just got a new bitch
And I just got a new whip
All white, call it the "Miracle Whip"
I fit a BBW in my BMW
One day I'm fine, next day I don't fuck with you
I don't even know how they put up with you
You think you the shit, you barely the number two (You not even the fart)



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Writer(s): Isaac Newman
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