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baby ghost (mi) - popup lyrics

[verse 1: baby ghost]
b+tch, i ain’t tryna do nothin’ else but catch bodies
brodie off the xan’, he got the switch on him and i’m off a roxy
he don’t give a f+ck, broad day, you know lil’ ghost’ll drop you
i don’t give a f+ck where we at, you know that i’ll pop you
hit a n+gga block with arp, we only spinnin’ out of fast sh+t
b+tch, it’s a switch on every glock, gang only shoot fast sh+t
stand over your ass with a .308, i bet you won’t last, b+tch
i’ll catch a hat broad day, then pull off laughing

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
n+gga, you gon’ have my sh+t today and, b+tch, i wasn’t askin’
told ghost to grab the baby k ’cause that b+tch shoot the fastest
h+llcat, get in front of ’em and get to shootin’ backwards
hangin’ out the window, shoot at everything behind me
label scared to sign me, told ’em all that ghetto sh+t behind me
if it ain’t a glocky or a fin, get that sh+t from ’round me

[verse 3: baby ghost]
b+tch, first timе i hit a hat, i wasn’t even tryin’
fap+fap+fap+fap, walk you down, spit on you while you dyin’

[verse 4: babyfxce e]
all+black ‘cat, you hеar it growlin’ when them n+ggas slidin’
y’all keep trustin’ all these hoes, that’s why your n+ggas dyin’
[verse 5: baby ghost]
slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, wipe your nose, i’m so f+ckin’ slimy
real big stepper, catch a headshot while i’m drivin’
real big stepper, only hittin’ heads when i’m slidin’
i ain’t never f+ck her, but she always give me head when i’m drivin’
louie shirt on, b+tch, yeah, i’m still grindin’

[verse 6: babyfxce e]
i ain’t worried about that one n+gga, ’cause we gon’ find him
bro said he already f+cked you, b+tch, so why you lyin’?
popped two n+ggas up with one bullet, i wasn’t even tryin’
i got enough to buy a skydweller, i guess it’s perfect timing

[verse 7: baby ghost]
brodie smoked a n+gga six years ago, they still tryna find him
gang k!lled that n+gga two years ago, they still out here cryin’
put the glock to his face, cut the flash on, then fry him
they say two+seven the reason why everybody out here dyin’
n+gga, stop cappin’ like you really out here catchin’ headshots
catch a n+gga at the light, do him like they did tupac

[verse 8: babyfxce e]
let me get the striker, i only wanna slide down two blocks
thought i was the only n+gga shootin’, naw, b+tch, it’s two glocks
two glocks dumpin’, and they both got switchies on ’em
b+tch bad as h+ll, f+ck around and got to trickin’ on her
it keep runnin’ out of bullets, f+ck it, put the fifty on it
you keep thinkin’ that i’m sweet until i put this b+tch up on you

- baby ghost mi lyrics

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