paroles de chanson Ghouls & Goblins - Sticcy Flournoy

Yea yeaa nigggaa
Whoa
I just slid in with dis
Ol spooky ass beat
Watch me do me

I'm gettin my money with ghouls and goblins
Keep a automatic tool for mobbin
Fuck goin broke I'll go back to robbin
Suppressors extendos attached to da carbon
Im taxin on this no you can't get a bargain
Got packs out dis world like I shop with a martian
We can get it in blood bitch I move like a Spartan
All my killers are ballers but shootin like Harden
1st string offense not on da bench
She on my dick tryna kiss it in French
Big heavy tool like I'm workin a wrench
Im all in yo trap and I feel like da Grinch
Put yo fuckin hands up bet not move an inch
Last time someone got shot for a flinch
It's a whole 'nother game when da killers get sent
Got em talkin to GOD and tryna repent

Number one goal is run up a check
Keep you a toolie on deck
We stay together like Donkey and Shrek
You light as a feather you hardly a threat
He gon get popped like a new Percocet
New bird on my crotch givin up turkey neck
I'm tryna inflate what I'm worth on da net
Im large in da game you barely a spec
Stay in yo lane or we bound to wreck
I'm surrounded with dealers and robbers
Serve you a bag with da steel in my joggers
Just spent a few bills and car note on my feet
Been eatin all week it's been bon appétit
Fatigue got em weak now they cannot compete
On da way to da top came from underneath
Diamonds and gold gon cover my teeth
Old Smokey Bar B Q im grillin da beef
Boys playin gangsta til somebody deceased
Feel like Plies bitch who hotter than me
Red bone with thick thighs swallowin me
Stack paper 10 times higher than me
Cant find a mannequin flyer than me
Come shop you look like a buyer to me

I'm gettin my money with ghouls and goblins
Keep a automatic tool for mobbin
Fuck goin broke I'll go back to robbin
Suppressors extendos attached to da carbon
Im taxin on this no you can't get a bargain
Got packs out dis world like I shop with a martian
We can get it in blood bitch I move like a Spartan
All my killers are ballers but shootin like Harden
1st string offense not on da bench
She on my dick tryna kiss it in French
Big heavy tool like I'm workin a wrench
Im all in yo trap and I feel like da Grinch
Put yo fuckin hands up bet not move an inch
Last time someone got shot for a flinch
It's a whole 'nother game when da killers get sent
Got em talkin to GOD and tryna repent