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kloud9 - ghost lyrics

(verse 1~ kloud)
aye
writing sh-t late in the evening
kicking sauce, keeping the seasoning
yo b-tch f-ck me to pay her heat again
clear, clear, move!
ash coming in
she wanna f-ck she see the cash coming in
she throw it back i see that -ss coming in
wide receiver catch the pack and bring it in
flip that sh-t then turn the mac into my friend
aye, aye, smack smack smack smack
i just wanna back, back, backtrack
to them jansport backpacks
aye, fill em up with fat stacks
aye, 30. clip. matte black
aye, dirty whip, fast track
aye, f-ck a b-tch, money stacked
aye, undercover tryna cuff a brother
shoot that n-gga then i shoot his mother
taking sh-t? put yo -ss six feet under
writing hits while i’m smoking bl!cks
keep a lethal weapon like i’m danny glover
f-cked ya b-tch, n-gga she a gusher
glock on me, i’m a tummy tucker
like i’m curry n-gga beat the buzzer
f-ck a bar n-gga i’m smoking dope
cuffed that b-tch, n-gga you a joke
f-cked that b-tch then i took her hope
say he beefin’, but he don’t want smoke
shoot it up, murder what she wrote
b-tch boy all you do is choke
her p-ssy wet offa’ words i spoke
backwoods all i do is smoke

(hook~ kloud)
aye, i drop two mill on a ghost
pop me two pills i’m a ghost
my n-ggas pull they gon’ go
aye, aye, i pull up and f-ck on yo hoe
i’m puttin’ my d-ck in her throat
i pull that sh-t then she gon’ choke

(verse 2~ lil trash)
man i shine like a diamond
ooh, i’mma shoot you like a tommy
ooh, my crew right behind me
uh, yeah, and i get that b-tch slimy
listen, it was perfect timing
i’m lit like a lighter
i hold light like a fire
then i f-cked a tiger
no tony the tiger
but to me she a liar
okay, yeah, now i’m back on my old ways
back on my old plays
she wanna do foreplay
i give her that monday
she coming back tuesday
today is a new day
all about my carrots like i’m a lil bunny
and i wanna put it all up in her tummy
my momma say “you better wrap it up like a mummy”
and i get straight a’s i am not no dummy
and it’s funny cause young n-ggas want my money
and i’m wearing all the gold like a king
rubies and diamonds, you know? them diamond rings
f-ck the bank man i’m chasing dreams
so many fakers man you n-ggas are faking
man you wanna be drake
and i’m working on my education
tryna make it to my perfect nation
but b&b
i wanna ride and get high and
p-ss all the (?)
life’s a game baby no kiddie games
don’t give a f-ck bout what you say
i’m not for the talking games
i wanna have a rubbery dirty gold chain
i want a b-tch that’s more than a dame
she looking so good, d-mn
what’s her name?
half of these b-tches just been through my game
all my n-ggas is not lame
yeah my n-ggas not lame
yeah they still f-cking with fame
but yall n-ggas will switch up for the money mane
these b-tches is running the game
i said, lil trash can never be tamed
lil trash ain’t no f-cking lame
lil trash will pull up to yo momma house
and f-ck yo grandmama, and you mama on yo momma couch

(hook~ lil trash)
two mill on a ghost
pop two pills now i’m a ghost
my n-ggas pull up and they gonna go
aye, aye, pull up and i f-ck yo hoe
i’m putting my d-ck up in her throat
i pull that sh-t now she gonna choke
i said i drop two million on a ghost
pop two pain pill now i’m the ghost

- kloud9 lyrics

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