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otm - holy ghost lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
you know the truth, b+tch
knock+knock, what we on?
through the cappin’, swift the pants and dragged the stove
she know the deal, “here’s a loaf, p, coach me”
these n+ggas nice, turn that beef into bologna

[verse 1: blue pesos]
why you talkin’ like that? it’s the codeine
why you askin’ funny questions? you the police?
double back, i need seconds, i’m kind of hungry
name a n+gga on the planet earth that’s cold as me, b+tch, ugh
probably up beefin’, know i’m faded, ’bout to fall asleep
duff, you remember when we bop+bopped susa lee?
cold demon, one wrong move, you could meet the reaper
b+tch, i’m indеpendent, i touch franklins on a daily basis
b+tch breakеr, make her feel this wrath if my pockets empty
my young n+gga shut the block down and took a head nod
top shot him, tell his mom “sorry”, knock his head off
spray this b+tch up, it’s rats in here, call pest control

[chorus: blue pesos]
grim reaper with me, equal thoughts when we sn+tchin’ souls
when we was hoppin’ off the porch, you n+ggas couldn’t go
in and out with the uchies, leave me home alone
ayy, who pulled up in that whip? what these n+ggas on?
sh+t
i’ll baptize him with these sh+lls, give him the holy ghost
n+gga
when we was hoppin’ off the porch, you n+ggas couldn’t go
sh+t
sweet jesus, laid his block down, it’s the holocaust, b+tch
ayy, who pulled up in that whip? what these n+ggas on?
[verse 2: duffy]
sh+t, all these n+ggas stinc team clones
who this phony? you ain’t mud walk with mr. mose
i’m c+cky, huh? my competition got on bummy clothes
cold demon, left him froze, cannons out, strike a pose
you still broke? what the f+ck is wrong with n+ggas?
holy moly, duffy trippin’, he just bart choked a n+gga
have motion, no feelings and emotions, n+gga
for this water on my neck, i’ll super soak a n+gga
sh+t, i’m goin’ kamikaze on ’em
do that one dance, n+gga, hit the ricky bobby for me
they say duffy hollywood, i do not reply to n+ggas
stinc bleeders, it don’t matter if my pockets seein’ chili
slidin’ with the mini draco, cold devil comin’ with me
he just caught the holy ghost speakin’ on me, n+ggas b+tches
babyface, hundiddy did him sick, i’m a menace
n+gga, shows getting cancelled, you should know we bad for business
bend the coupe, showboatin’ with this fully in my hand
tinted up, four blowers, almost caught him, but he ran
tell an opp, “you got served”, i just made him breakdance
n+ggas know what’s goin’ on, better not try that sh+t again
sh+t, your friends? that’s crazy, n+ggas nerds
worry ’bout the way we rappin’, n+ggas sound like lil’ girls
couldn’t believe it, .223s made a thug hit a twirl
what side you on, b+tch? it’s the stincs versus the world
[chorus: blue pesos]
grim reaper with me, equal thoughts when we sn+tchin’ souls
when we was hoppin’ off the porch, you n+ggas couldn’t go
in and out with the uchies, leave me home alone
ayy, who pulled up in that whip? what these n+ggas on?
sh+t
i’ll baptize him with these sh+lls, give him the holy ghost
n+gga
when we was hoppin’ off the porch, you n+ggas couldn’t go

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