Ghostface k**ah - Pour tha Martini lyrics

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Ghostface k**ah - Pour tha Martini lyrics

“Fourth quarter time…” [Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Clarks is lighty scuffed, need a new pair Jacob Javits Center, Wu and Snoop there D-Block pull up, olive green drops The interior suede, cuz that's boss crock Air fresheners hang, the joint is sold out To capacity, this young b**h keep asking me “Can I s** your dick?”, “Not now, shorty” “Maybe after the show, just hold fast for me” Ferocious bangles, birds on both arms I'm j**-eled out like a box of Lucky Charms On stage, two treadmills, a pull-up bar Involved with the lights to give it that red feel Feeling like Bruce Wayne, making up for never making the prom Ma, you chilling? The belt glow in the dark Where my aunt stays, batteries gone That's when I pull a forty out for Ason [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] Wu-Block, I'm from a gun play habitat Let me run into Nicki, I'm smashing that What you know about the ratchet in your mother mouth k**ah banging the neck, with two rubbers out [Interlude: Sheek Louch (Ghostface k**ah)] (Man, that's murder, you f** with Wu-Block, now that's murder) Shout out to Ason (yeah) Aiyo, Ghost, I'm going in, family (go ‘head, get ‘em) Feel me, son (yeah) [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Sheek and Ghost Deini, aiyo, Cap, pour that b**h a martini Loosen her up, f** it, pour Goose in her cup Tell her chill, cuz the Gods is here Big money in this place, I'm balling when I'm leaving out of Chase Red diamonds on a Freddy Kruger face I don't get pat down, you know what's on the waist I don't mean jazz when I say I count base Fly Louis sneakers, Purple Tape coming out the speakers Bumped into my high school teachers They said I wouldn't be nothing, sitting on the bleachers Now I'm sitting in the Phantom, trynna figure out the features I'm a big fish now, I watch for the leeches [Hook] [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Aiyo, I jump on stage with my dick in my hand I'm a Park Hill n***a, straight from Shaolin New York is the borough where I pump my rocks at b**h a** n***as where I dump my Glocks at I don't have to get dip, I'm known and flossy I'm known everywhere like Remedy Rossy Never say sh**, I'm hard and co*ky Too hot for these tracks, wash this summer Go hard for the hood from Allentown to Sumner Yeah, n***a, what, I'm just one of us For all my jail n***as, that feel wondrous f** a fat b**h, with a thunder bu*t Mad groupie love, too caliente Mahogany, polly with Sin Jay My n***a Ghost Rider, King Sheek Louch I'm in the fly spotlight with that Papoose [Hook]

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