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solar and the flares - ghost lyrics

[intro]
+knocking+
what’s the+
how do you open this?
oh+
i was tryna get you to r+
unroll the window
oah there we go
what’s this for?
dude that’s called redbulls
that’s for energy
yup
thank you
humans are so f+cking smart
+giggling+
[chorus: perc3i, mikeyus]
i just popped a molly outside, turning ghost!
she scrolling through her phone
that b+tch, she liking all my posts!
copped the scotty 1s
and the scotty 4s
runnin’ through a bag and i’m running thru it froze!
beat so good it come from the source
they come knock down your door
come stomp on your step
they enrage your endorphins
i’m whippin’ the porsche
you sit on your porch
i can’t with just anybody
you gotta be for it!

[verse 1: fl!nt]
stackin’ my paper!
makin’ the cheddar!
(?) on my neck!
cuz i’m muh f+cking bеtter!
i need a b+tch with an accent
size brackеt
she gon turn up at the party in a mattress
she gon tell you whatchu lacking
when i meet you outside i’ll be laughing
this b+tch she speaking facts
the racks, the tabs
i’m clapping back
i face the facts, i face the facts!
[bridge]
dude that’s called redbulls
that’s for energy
yup
thank you
humans are so f+cking smart
+giggling+

[chorus: perc3i, mikeyus]
i just popped a molly outside, turning ghost!
she scrolling through her phone
that b+tch, she liking all my posts!
copped the scotty 1s
and the scotty 4s
runnin’ through a bag and i’m running thru it froze!
beat so good it come from the source
they come knock down your door
come stomp on your step
they enrage your endorphins
i’m whippin’ the porsche
you sit on your porch
i can’t with just anybody
you gotta be for it!

i’m not sure what i wanna do…
yeah!
[verse 2: perc3i]
i can’t talk to anybody, been doing the most
i don’t talk to any b+tches, but they hit my phone
i don’t look intimidating but they running home
i got these b+tches running cuz they looking at my chrome!
sippin’ on that 40 and this sh+t aboutta blow!
your mans look like a phony and he f+ckin’ wit a hoe!
wit a hoe! 44!
keep that sh+t on the low
shot him right in the dome
in the dome, right in the nose

- solar and the flares lyrics

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