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g9 - danny phantom lyrics

[intro]
moron beats

[verse 1]
i’m a ghost like danny phantom, get the green then we’re causing a hazard
go ride for your– -ss friend, instead you wanna claim, you should get left flattened (why?)
they think that i don’t talk loose on songs, well trust me, you didn’t see this coming (no, you didn’t)
ask–, he came to the brix, got himself whacked out, some muppet (come here)
come put it to the test, you’re whole team’s w-ss, you ain’t never done nuttin’
i’m about to close them curtains, you’ll get nightmares when you hear man’s coming (brrr)
who don’t listen must feel, get the fifteen backed man’s cutting (ching, ching)
and shh, shh done did him, the question of which, we had rambo’s twinning (uh)
fidget, fidget (uh), twist; dig it, dig it (ching, ching)
why put your trust in him when he done left you all raasclart swimming (shh, shh)
that’s far from nice, even your bredrin legged it twice (two times)
like how many times, can a man lie and talk on the guys

[chorus]
you’re lucky that you never turned pack that day, why’d you run for your life, you’re shook (why you running?)
and then you got the cheek to rap on beats when friend got chinged and wooshed
funny der boy dem bruck
uh, cop it and rinse it off (brr-bow!)
and if you wanna talk my name, better talk some facts (better talk some facts)
you’re lucky that you never turned pack that day, why’d you run for your life, you’re shook (why you running?)
and then you got the cheek to rap on beats when friend got chinged and wooshed
funny der boy dem bruck
uh, cop it and rinse it off (brr-bow!)
and if you wanna talk my name, better talk some facts (better talk some facts)

[verse 2]
bro hot headed, don’t play no games
they wanna act like they knew me from before but i’m still the same guy that was in love with the cake (yeah, i love it)
m-way trips, back and forth—no sleep
man i’m really out here ’til late (’til late)
trust me i don’t wanna crease these air force 1’s, tryna run man down the estate
dey only turn badboys and act this way (that’s right)
i wonder how they all got-got (ching)
protecting his chest and his friend got dropped
held a quick one in his arm, oh gosh
slow down, b, it ain’t no rush (nah)
give her third leg; make her scream non stop (ugh)
baby, arch it up then ugh
bedroom bully; says she likes this one
make her feel it in her belly, really still give a girl ugh

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