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ghosty - brand new lyrics

[chorus: flowars}
i wanna run up a check
tell all my friends that i’m next
i wanna flex on my ex
hundred thousand on my neck
i want a brand new whip
i want a brand new b-tch
i’m feelin’ brand new b-tch
i’m feelin’ brand new
brand new, brand new
i wanna run up a check
tell all my friends that i’m next
i wanna flex on my ex
hundred thousand on my neck
i want a brand new whip
i want a brand new b-tch
i’m feelin’ brand new b-tch
i’m feelin’ brand new
brand new, brand new

[verse 1: ghosty]
i wanna jump on the stage
i’ll go insane
carry me out of the place
i’ve been away
on a vacay
trying to find out who ima be
who ima be
ima be number one
up in a tree with my gl-sses on
nigel uno with the code-name
feelin sleepy no codine
i been around
out in my town
outta my head
outta my mind
i’ve just been searching and trying to find
something that’s worth all the sacrifice
i just wanna pull with my team
make sure they all eat
chillin’ with a baddies from my dreams
swerving in my lane, avoiding lames
fell insane with these big dreams trapped up in my brain
wish that i could numb the pain
novacaine on my mind, like a dentist
lately my thoughts are relentless
lately my heart has been travelling out there in venice
maybe it’s paris
baby let head to to tokyo
don’t care bout no f-cking hoes
can’t really give a sh-t about a thot
can’t really give a f-ck about what
who the f-ck are you
who the f-ck are you tryna tell me
i am not the one
this sh-t really just begun
i’m just tryna fill up all the stands
i’m just tryna pull up my crew
like godd-mn
tell me in the best cause i am
i’m the young ghost going ham
little deadboy growing up from the sand, from the dirt
when you hear it it hurts
and i hope that it hurts b-tch

[verse 2: flowars]
i’m dripping off sh-t that i’m thrifting
i keep my money efficient
i keep my honey from sticking
licking my lips in the kitchen
oh you done copped you a new fit
oh you been rocking some new sh-t
feel like no body else do this
homie i’ll tell you the truth is
you gotta stretch all you bread out
planning for decades ahead now
lately i just let my head lay
watching these n-gg-s whose bread fade
counting the days till i get paid
stroking my d-ck on the feds face
i really f-ck with this head sp-ce
i really f-ck with this bread chase
i really f-ck with the bread chase
you got called out now you red faced
spending money you don’t have
designer brands that’s a fad boy
catch me rockin’ sh-t i thrift
fifteen dollars that on a fit
yea i’m looking clean as sh-t
when i go out hide your b-tch, woah

- ghosty lyrics

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