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Ghost Sick Lyrics - Artist : Styles P
Most these rappers can eat a dick
Or eat a clip Yo Ghost, you too old for this bullshit But fuck it we need me to think Lyrics is not obsolete Fuck about a chopper one shot You in the doctor b (one shot) Or the morgue dawg Fucking with a warlord Ask the lord for war with a bible and a sawed off But I don't know what chapter out the good book Would make me black out And watch me get all my goods Switch to rich now, you don't even remember how the hood look (You don't remember) That's cool with me, fuck about your jewelry Car or your house nigga (I don't give a fuck) Far as I'm concerned you in the house nigga I ain't seen you outside yet (I ain't seen you yet) You was in mine I woulda kicked you out my set (bitch ass) You don't know the old Ghost shit I get real loose But I calmed down I'm getting money sell real juice (let's get it) You lucked up I used to fuck shit up And get fucked up but now I lounge The outbound selling loud they thinking I got pounds Any rapper wanna die fuck it how bout now? (how bout now?) Time on my hands could turn the line on my hands (facts) You yelling gang but wouldn't bang a nine in your hands (pussy) Not even a deuce deuce I'm hard like Bruce Lee You funny like Bruce Bruce Nigga You don't know the old Ghost shit I get real loose But - but - but -but - but - but I calmed down Getting money sell real juice |
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