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styles p - ghost work lyrics

turn that sh-t up diesel
that’s poobs ?
i’m a light that sh-t up
yeah

i was in the cut these mother f-ckers asleep
i’m about the youth these lil n-gg-s should eat
i been on the streets
i been killing these beats
give a f-ck about no rappers
cause i been killing ?
flowing off the riri maybe i go and read
im behind the mask but maybe they know it’s me
type of sh-t i thought when i was robbin’ a thief
i can con a con artist so i’m a problem for me
i can kill any beat don’t care if it’s r&b
why he rhyme so ghetto he came from poverty
look at me then
look at me now
you looking around
cause i’m ghost
on another coast smoking a pound
you will never find a rapper like me
that was rappin’ like me
that was clappin’ like me
now i don’t wanna brag about no dumb sh-t
no gun sh-t, no slum sh-t
why the f-ck you actin’ like me, i don’t like that
left him right there
talk about, he be right back
can’t spin on me, you ain’t doin’ the laundry
he goin’ come back wit a strap
arms on me
i attack first if i’m thinking he tryin’ to harm me
work work work work work
got my mama in my ear like “the church won’t hurt”
but i gotta ride the wave till the surf don’t work
get a new board
thinkin that the dirt don’t work
i’m a true lord
flip and i slip when i’m high wit da roof off
gotta stay lukewarm
n-gg- put you on could put the duke on
flip on yo -ss when the loot gone
dat jewel was free next time bring a coupon
lookin’ at the rob report in the ?
holdin’ on a strap
that could clap and get a moose gone

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