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cure*me - ghost lyrics

[intro: caroyln de fonseca, random, acxrø]
what will you do, if i am infected? cure me?
oh my god, is that enzo?
dxseo productions
hahaha
lil b+tch, lil b+tch
lil b+tch, lil b+tch, ay
ay, lil b+tch

[chorus: acxrø]
yeah
hotbox a ufo
tell me what i don’t know
may spoil a hoe in ghost
champagne go get the host
forever making this toast
we not going back to home
there be places you can’t go
there be sh+t done so wrong
we check ’em head to toe
i’m coke i wipe a nose
like i take her ass to the o
that drank make me rogue
pack your ass like a bong
stay cracking like the opps
cops think we the ones selling dope
[verse: dxseo]
high like a ufo i’m flying
off the pill and i feel like i’m dying
facef+ck that b+tch till she was crying
metal to his face like it was some iron
shooting that b+tch in the face, i don’t give a f+ck
i’m with your b+tch and i know she gon give it up
hit from the back and you know she gon give me top
doing my dance and you know i’m gon diddy bop
pass me the mic and then you know it’s over
she is a dyk+, she want love in october
shawty a thot, she f+ck me while i’m sober
she broke my heart so now i act colder
f+cking that b+tch and i’m breaking her back
i’m loving the way that she throwing it back
it’s scary when des and ace on a track
if you want war we ready to attack
he want smoke but i ain’t throwing hands
i f+cked his b+tch, it was not in my plans
i f+ck that b+tch, then i do my dance
she throw it back, it got me in a trance
i’m f+cking that b+tch while you on the phone
i’m f+cking that b+tch while you aren’t home
i’m f+cking that b+tch while you feel alone
i’m f+cking the beat yeah i’m in the zone
[bridge 1: dxseo & acxrø]
ay, ay
what? what? what?
what? what? what?
what? (lil b+tch), what?
lil b+tch, lil b+tch, lil b+tch

[bridge 2: acxrø]
lil b+tch, lil b+tch
lil b+tch, lil b+tch, ay
ay, lil b+tch
[chorus: acxrø]
yeah
hotbox a ufo
tell me what i don’t know
may spoil a hoe in ghost
champagne go get the host
forever making this toast
we not going back to home
there be places you can’t go
there be sh+t done so wrong
we check ’em head to toe
i’m coke i wipe a nose
like i take her ass to the o
that drank make me rogue
pack your ass like a bong
stay cracking like the opps
cops think we the ones selling dope

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