Savier - Ghost lyrics

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Savier - Ghost lyrics

[Verse 1: Savier] Yeah my father, he a ghost And I'm a f**in' ghost If I had a f**in' shorty Yeah, I swear I'd be a ghost Cause some b**hes try to get you Tryna trap you when you dosed Then some n***as take advantage Tryna cap you when you low These them n***as that want me dead They them n***as I can't f**in' trust Same n***as that claimed we friends Were the same n***as that are quick to bust And I swear to God, they'll sell me out But I don't f** around with them f** boys Same n***as wanna jump on out But I'm strapped up for them f** boys Get no luck, so tough f** around with them grown ups Grow nuts Roll dice with the boy, yeah Hold up I don't bang, but the corner been so rough Got that wax dripping off my blunt Brand new drag for the brand new skunk Old a** hag with a mouth full of nuts Old a** kicks with these brand new scuffs Bet your bottom dollar that a motherf**a got it Heater leave a burn, if this n***a ain't honest k**ers in the colder sack, no way out it Show no love b**h may get bodied Punk b**h wanna go, we can throw bows Say, I sound mad Lil' homie, I know Throw white flags, right at my toes I'ma burn that b**h, when I find yo home [Bridge: Savier] This that rider music This that rider music This that riding down yo block And slugs are flying music This that blood all in these streets And n***as dying music [Verse 2: Savier] This that f** ya block Leave a pistol co*ked n***as 'round the clock Throwin' signs and shooting BLOW! Another day, another motherf**in' problem That's in my pocket, b**h Another way another motherf**in' option Just trying to get out this b**h And I'm supposed to save 'em But, Savier don't save no b**h But the homies got problems And that sh** will get bigger If they ever try to drop 'em I'm aiming quick [Bridge: Manny P.] Ghost Quick snatch Gotta stash How the f** we eat? If we don't stay packed? Ghost Flip packs dirty hands But we can't be mad T.B.O [Verse 3: Savier] And I built this sh** With a sloppy grip And ghetto spit With some broke a** kids Won't amount to sh** Some lazy pricks And it's obvious Got this fear of living Cause I know eventually Blood will stain But who is staying? Homie you or me? And if it's d**h that's in my path I'll f**in' risk it all Cause I ain't never been a b**h Now, here's my dick and balls

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