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cello mtz - ghost mode lyrics

(aye gang gang gang yuh what?)

(lezter)

cello mtz:

i show up and i show out
i’ll serve you n-ggas like a take out
i want beef i want smoke invite me to the cook out
i’m on fire can’t be put out
you know i’m on the look out
you f-ck n-ggas better look out
i’m schooling n-ggas better bring yo book out
your girl so bad imma hit it in reverse
say she all about me she be singing on my verse
hottest n-gga out sickest flow i think i need a nurse
yeah i’m all about nature yeah i’m smoking on the earth
i’m a rapper you an actor
you a student i’m the master
i want smoke so give me cancer
all my money like a ladder
kush so green like a lantern
you sum b-tches see a pattern?
this the end of yo chapter
i’ll put you up just like a banner
yeah i’m getting all this money yeah i’m smoking all these pounds
i’m busting h-lla rounds and i’m running through yo town
shooting bullets at these clowns
yeah i know you hear the sound
my n-ggas blowing up yeah we coming from the ground
chillin at the trap yeah and i’m drinking on this lean
doing all the numbers aye and i’m racking all this green
rocking louis rocking gucci but that p-ssy supreme
got your girl up in my crib imma l1ck it like some cream aye

major league:

i’m on my paper chase getting to my bag
n-ggas hating on me finna make ’em mad
i just wanna a lot of money what’s wrong with that?
said i wouldn’t make it
watch me do just that
i did that sh-t anyways
said i couldn’t do it so i had to make a play
bossed up on these n-ggas now i’m living great
yea i found away to bubble in my city aye
in my city aye
yea i found away to bubble in my city aye
in my city aye
now in the major league f-cking with the greats
money, music, shows
now i’m getting all these hoes
way more than i did before
use to keep sh-t on the low
cause n-ggas start acting like b-tches
when you doing good
man my pockets use to starve
now a n-gga stay on full

curlii 2x:

b-tch
yeah yo b-tch she a hoe
she slobbin on my d-ck and she l1ckin on my tip
b-tch grab the b-lls
yeah i got my sticky yuh yeah i got that bl1cky
in my pocket got the camera out she slobbin on my d-ck
h-ll yeah she do the dirty while i’m doing dirties in my whip
yeah hit the block h-ll yeah load the stick
i ain’t messin with no n-gga so you playing football?
lil n-gga this a pick throw up all your sh-t

cello mtz:

yeah i’m flipping all these pounds and i’m flipping h-lla bricks
got this ice up on my wrist yeah i’m covered in some drip
yeah i’m riding down the block yeah i know i stay with clips
yeah riding down the street and she suckin on my d-ck b-tch ahhh gang

- cello mtz lyrics

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