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b-christ51 - ghost lyrics

[intro]
brr brr
bee
(census what you cooking up)
sheesh

[hook]
imma spit it imma get it to the he-rs-
she expensive need that gucci louis purse
i just freestyle i don’t even need a verse (verse)
i got money i just bought your girl a perm
money maker all these girls just want my sperm
i got hundreds now i buy your girl a perm
don’t need a lamb i just need a rolls
in a rolls royce riding like a ghost

[verse1(king kape)]
(woah, hey)
think that you a challenge you need to come harder
im trine figure out who got your head charged up
make sure the hood is good the car finn start up
told her no time to argue i’m trine see you arched up(woo)
ain’t got time for all of that
if i ever leave the state i get a parade and welcome back
if i’m ever against the wall i use it to scratch my back
im a king got these females bouncing me like welcome mats
(king kape)
its me and all my homies i’m never really lonely
keeping my arms laid like elbow and macaroni
if i ever deleted you out my phone its cause you phony(facts)
come with the heat like sauna don’t play me like its sonic(ah)

[verse2]
like i’m 56 take off to tokyo
she suck it dry i’m getting hard pinoccio
call me 21 i’m savage yes i know
she called for s-x i pulled up on her with a scope
yeah i ain’t tryna wife these hoes nah
i ain’t tryna wife these hoes nah
pulled up on her with a scope nah
pulled up on her with a scope
yeah pulling up with the rolls
pulling up with the rolls
pulling up in a rolls
brrrrrrrr
ya yeah yeah

- b christ51 lyrics

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