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lirik lagu jayy’king – ghosts

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wave god
yeah yeah
uh
roll up wit that thang
aim it at your face then i motherf-ckin spray, yeah
yeah

i don’t got no reason to hide sh-t
i don’t got no freaky lil side b-tch
i keep it 100 when i write this
but these other n-ggas stunting when the mic’s lit
i swear i’m not no toy, no goof, no hoe
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’ll turn you and your boys into some ghosts
if you keep talkin sh-t watch me put it to your lip, yeah yeah

no h0m- n-gga pause
claim you n-ggas wit the sh-ts but turns out y’all some frauds
after all the sh-t i been thru what are the odds
that me and all my woes would go from broke boys to gods?
everywhere we go we bring out haters and hoes
a consequence of rolling wit my gang, they my bros
he f-ck wit me he might end up with stains on his clothes
i pull up with the blower turn is fade to a fro, god d-mn
f-ck the pigs, they ain’t sh-t but hot ham
got awkward people in my pockets, b-tch i got bands
i heard that boy was jelly, hope and pray the glock jams
put burners to your belly, blow and spray this hot pan
i roll up, smoke some trees and sip
she showed up, i’ma skeet then dip
you know us, we keep a couple clips
i need another zip and then we need to take a trip
vacation to the tropics hope my future self got rich
got money now but nothings too much when it comes to guap chips
i’ll make sure that my daughter never struggles, girl i got this
we gon be rich forever that’s a motherf-ckin promise, yeah

i don’t got no reason to hide sh-t
i don’t got no freaky lil side b-tch
i keep it 100 when i write this
but these other n-ggas stunting when the mic’s lit
i swear i’m not no toy, no goof, no hoe
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’ll turn you and your boys into some ghosts
if you keep talkin sh-t watch me put it to your lip, yeah yeah

i never had to do it but i will though
pull your cap back like velcro send you to h-ll, hoe
stomp you in the mouth and make sure you taste a sh-ll toe
expose 5 layers of your face, taco bell flow
i’ll make your crew patrick swayzes and caspers
you haunted b-st-rds, all you cause is laughter
never scared n0body but swear you got a blaster
but me i keep a semi that’ll send you to a pastor
b-tch, all i’m after is greenbacks
i’m like a group of girls with small t-tties, i need racks
and we stacked we got real n-ggas they real hitters
pull out the tommy you can guarantee that hilfiger
yeah, i know we need to chill
but till you live our past you ain’t close to seeing real
you know us, we keep on getting lit
i need a f-cking rip and then we need to take a trip
just head into the mall buy whatever we want
man i hope i got a trillion when i’m 71
ay just face it man i’m facing just bout every blunt
and i’m keeping it a c note till i’m dead and we done

i don’t got no reason to hide sh-t (wave god)
i don’t got no freaky lil side b-tch
i keep it 100 when i write this
but these other n-ggas stunting when the mic’s lit
i swear i’m not no toy, no goof, no hoe
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’ll turn you and your boys into some ghosts
if you keep talkin sh-t watch me put it to your lip, yeah yeah