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bel james – ghostwriting lyrics

i ain’t talkin this i ain’t talkin that
kickin back while i’m spitting raps
keep on rippin tracks when i spit a verse you hit the hurse you hear a cl!ck and clack
got the formula like similac you can’t get with that
usin your left i use my right brain
got migraines from sh+t that i’ve been thinkin and what i say
migrate when your hear the lyrics and all my pain
korn spike in my vein torn need a ice tray
i’ll show up and i’ll be gone in 60 seconds
if i blow up and i get on be calm and wish me blessings
tryna get in heaven but my thoughts are always devilish no sentiment
jump in front a bus to get a settlement
eyes red and they’re boutta pop out
i walk out to get em watchin i just whip my c+ck out
brains all fried cause i’ve been stuck on this coach
when i got up i almost fainted so i had sit down

i said ghost writin
flow bitin
everyone’s the same and i don’t like it
hoes fighting
tryna get beside him but they’re ain’t even no d+mn room when i be riding

like my old flow had to bring it back
all i hear is cappin not rappin but keep on singing that
i might get to snappin and slappin on every single f+g
pop em like a aspirin i’m askin is there a ring in that
if you don’t like me then k!ll me
i don’t want no help give a f+ck if you feel me
i’m true to myself and my mind is so filthy
so send me to h+ll where the hoes that give chills be
i do what i want you do what you can
pop a xan got you feelin up so you talk like the man
said you wanted hands i washed em up i kept it spick and span
keep a gun bet it ain’t gone jam you hear a cl!ck then bam
but ain’t no bullets when i pop off
i’m flowin like the ocean with potions burnin like hot sauce
glidin like i’m coasting and floatin sizzle like pop rocks
hittin to knock socks off spittin like i got shot
i said ghost writin
flow bitin
everyone’s the same and i don’t like it
hoes fighting
tryna get beside him but they’re ain’t even no d+mn room when i be riding

they wanna find out what i’m on so they could see just how i write this sh+t
like pitbulls on the lawn they keep on barkin tryna bite at this
park it let me hide the clip sparkin i could light a bic
darkness i’m residing in chin knockin like a tyson hit
half the sh+t i’m sayin in records you have to look up
and when i start applyin the pressure bet i could cook up
or probably write a book of evil thoughts unheard of
p+ss me off i murda might ship you off to smyrna
stepped on like a land mine blow up at a bad time
only want the cash signs decimals and pastimes
flat lines won’t give out chances matter of fact i’m
past prime king of kings pulling strings it’s a bad sign
in control like puppetry
dare somebody f+ck with me
got my sk!ll up luckily now suddenly i’m what you see
up the heat bust a beat clutchin guns the drugs are free
nothin fun from 1 to 3 but when i’m done i’ll run the streets

i said ghost writin
flow bitin
everyone’s the same and i don’t like it
hoes fighting
tryna get beside him but they’re ain’t even no d+mn room when i be riding

- bel james lyrics

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