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rex vici & baby ape - ghost lyrics

[hook:rex vici, baby ape]

pull up on opp
fire the glock bust his top down
roll up in a ghost
shoot him up he a ghost now
popping some xans
spending some cash
don’t show me your mans
don’t even ask
show with some fans
some me your ass

[verse 1: baby ape]

yea yea yea

icy wrist
gucci sh+t
selling brick
getting rich
when i come through your b+tches wanna look at me
is it my swag or the ferrari
so their mans want to copy a pice of me
never gonna be like the real baby
yea coca she snorting
driving some foreigns
but their getting boring
gotta start touring
yea yea
when i come through your b+tches wanna look at me
is it my swag or the ferrari
so their mans want to copy a pice of me
never gonna be like the real baby
yea i’m ready for war
bought a new car
life takes me far
cuz i don’t try hard
[hook:rex vici, baby ape]

[verse 2: rex vici]

there’s no fear in me (nah)
you just gotta believe in me(you do)
shorty shed a couple tears with me
what i say there’s no fear in me
shorty here eye balling me (uhh)
they know i’m balling baby (swish)
don’t hate just be with me
what’s the hate for seriously

heard some opps talking sh+t
i heard that they slipping
do a spin around the block
got the team holding glocks
i pull up in a ghost (uuuu)
the doors suicide
team busting at the opps (raaaa)
cops says it’s suicide
skrt off of the scene (skrrt)
raw now limousine
dom perignon champagne
n+ggas funny dave chappell
laughing to the bank like hahaha
oh these n+ggas mad they hurt hurt hurt
counting money
so happy jump like a bunny
can’t be bummin
go out and get the momey
woaawoaaawoaawoawoawoaa

- rex vici baby ape lyrics

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