paroles de chanson Ghost - Jacob Cass , Cprickr , Kid Fredo

Ay, yeah, yeah yeah, hahah
What, gee, shee, yuh, yuh, yuh

Pussy trying to get on my post, uh (My post)
No reply then ghost, uh (Ohh)
I don't get along with most, uh (Yuh)
That's the life that I chose, uh (Yuh yuh yuh)
If you pussies ain't on my side (What?)
I got brothers on the coast, uh (Ohh)
Got soldiers from the Southside
We gon' make your whole gang ghost, uh

All of this money on me (Yeah)
All of these bitches on me (Yeah yeah)
Todas querem 'tar aqui (Skrr skrr)
Mas não tenho lugar p'ra ti (Não)
Diz-me qual é o teu cachê (Yeah)
Tão pouco eu pago em dobro (Em dobro)
Lame bitch sai da minha beira
És wack, tu metes nojo (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You don't like me (Me)
Mas viste o meu clipe na TV (Yeah yeah)
A tua shawty fica molhada sempre que me vê
Eu só uso grife, malacoda milano (Milano)
Passaram-me o ticket class económica, bro, isso é engano

Pussy trying to get on my post, uh (Podes querer)
No reply then ghost, uh (Yuh)
I don't get along with most, uh
That's the life that I chose, uh (Yuh yuh yuh)
If you pussies ain't on my side (Ohh)
I got brothers on the coast, uh (Yuh)
Got soldiers from the Southside (What?)
We gon' make your whole gang ghost (Ohh)

I know you nerd bitches heard of me (What?)
I came from the spot seeing burglary (Ay)
I steal 'em, it look like a 3rd degree (Yuh)
He know I got beef so he swervin' me
Bow!
Get 'em
Make sure these shots gon' hit 'em (Ohh)
I'm droppin' his buddy, he dealin' (Ay)
Go to the wake and then see how they feelin' (Yeah)
I'm bussin' a right, they bussin' a left (They bussin')
I swerve on his type, and I aim at they neck
Grr, I'm bussin'
I got that body she touching (She ay)
Uh, I'm buggin' (I'm what?)
I go to the crib and I'm bussin' (Ay)

Pussy trying to get on my post
No reply then ghost (Yeah)
I don't get along with most
That's the life that I chose (Yeah)
If you pussies ain't on my side
I got brothers on the coast (From the coast)
Got soldiers from the Southside (What?)
We gon' make your whole gang ghost

Bitch or you fully commit, or don't talk to me, leave me 'lone
If you wanna copy me, that's fine, you just a fucking clone
I ain't got no space for love, I might just stay up in my zone
Whatever the fuck you tryna do ain't never gon' take away my throne
Why the fuck would I listen to you? Your advice is nothing to me
I just fuck that bitch and leave her open, carnage, venom get gully
Got the fucking scars over my back I been through hell, back fully
Intact mentally I can't feel nothing, no signals out from me

What, bitch why you crying for love?
Really do not give a fuck
Fucking oblivious my gang know my timing is timeless
It's likely I've gone off the bud
Pussy boy, there's no one to trust
Be a prey or keep up on the hunt
(Ay, let's go, let's go, ay)

I'll never change how I'm movin', I'm loaded
I'm keepin' a glock on my hip, bitch it's loaded
They keep talkin' 'bout all the shit that I quoted
Nothing make me nervous, I'm silent devoted
I'm pissing all over the game 'cause I'm goated
And all my expressions be cold, how I'm blooded
'Cause when shit just happens it's already coded
That's why I got money I'm too fucking bloated
They doubted me doing this shit, bitch you stupid
Don't talk 'bout my gang, now you getting secluded
You said I ain't made for this shit, nah I'm suited
You said you been 'round but your game is diluted
And bitch I'm gon' stomp on your head 'till you drown
I'm a proud fucking king no one taking my crown
Punch your muhfuckin' nose 'till it's red like a clown
If you pulling up on me, just know
There's no chance that I'm backing down

Pussy trying to get on my post, uh
No reply then ghost, uh
I don't get along with most, uh
That's the life that I chose, uh
If you pussies ain't on my side
I got brothers on the coast, uh
Got soldiers from the Southside
We gon' make your whole gang ghost