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baby gho$t - ghostyle lyrics

yea, ayy, hold on
(chorus)
countin these jacksons
making a play then i’m getting some action
ain’t doing no talking, i don’t need me a caption
n+ggas knew me, before i was rappin
get off my phone, b+tch why is you cappin?
you not a freak and yo head game was slacking
bringing her back and i’m breaking her back in
smacking her ass while i’m counting a backend(hey!)
(verse 1)
i’m smoking woods on the way to la
get off my line, you cannot be my bae
run up some commas, ain’t with all the drama
my diamonds all white like i f+ck with the k
know i’m a beast but i’m not in my prime
i’m at the top but i still gotta climb
b+tches want me but they won’t get a dime
patek on me but i can’t tell the time
got a lil’ bittie and she suckin’ it slo+mo
throwing that ass back and forth like a yo+yo
can i f+ck you and use it on my promo?
know i’m a star, feel just like i’m monroe
all of that ass, make it shake like it’s jell+o
good with her hands on the whip like a cello
i ain’t even have to go with her, say “h+llo”
diamonds too icy, sometimes they be yellow
said that it’s smoke, we can do it wherever
walk on yo show, that sh+t dry like a desert
get me some top and make sure that i’m clever
it’s the gho$t boy, you know that sh+t forever
i’m tryna see lil b+tch, if you can work it
shoot me a fl!ck and make sure that it’s perfect
nut in a minute, i don’t care it was worth it
hop in the coupe and i’m gone and i’m skrrtin’
bad lil’ b+tch and she know that she thick
sleep off the roll, i might take me a pic
chill with my dog, n+gga just like i’m vick
don’t f+ck with them n+ggas i turn into wicks
smoking on gas with my n+gga obama
44 blunts and the roll with no vomit
f+ck all that talkin, ain’t with all the drama
get in my bag and run up me some commas
b+tches see me and jump out of their panties
wait till they see me hold up me a grammy
i’ll never fold i put that on my mammy
but i throw shows in la and miami
ass so fat and sh+t look like a planet
getting some jackson’s, ain’t talking bout janet
bad lil’ b+tch she took me right for granted
oh well, f+ck her, my diamonds still dancing
i made a k!lling off eating these beats
your b+tch got full from eating my meat
give her a trick and i give her a treat
i ain’t taking no l’s, i cannot be beat
gucci on me and my shoe bottom red
i don’t know her name but we still in the bed
i know i’m the sh+t n+gga f+ck what you said
get off your ass and go get you some bread
(chorus)
countin these jacksons
making a play then i’m getting some action
ain’t doing no talking, i don’t need me a caption
n+ggas knew me, before i was rappin
get off my phone, b+tch why is you cappin?
you not a freak and yo head game was slacking
bringing her back and i’m breaking her back in
smacking her ass while i’m counting a backend, ha, ayy

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