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3 kills - baby ghost (mi) lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn it, homi, i’m comin’ up)

[verse 1: baby ghost]
b*tch say she feelin’ me but ain’t even never touch me
i like b*tches with fat asses that be kinda ugly
yeah, b*tch, i’m kinda slow, so you better not rush me
you might as well cut off your hands if you try to punch me
this ain’t the same glock, this a new fully with a different b*tton
b*tch, i ain’t lyin’, i’ll take a b*tch and turn her up for real
before this day over, i’m tryna pop like twelve pills
if murder was a sport, i’d average like three k!lls
n*gga, i don’t give a f*ck about no gun, you gon’ die with it
n*gga, i don’t give a f*ck about your son, you can die with him

[verse 2: rmc mike]
7.62s ‘cross his body like he iverson
high as h*ll, itchin’ off them percs like i took niacin
told my white boy them pills fake, he still buyin’ ’em
only a bad b*tch can say she f*cked me or i’m denyin’ it
okay, them boys scared of ghost, but i’m the grim reaper
let the switchy off into a crowd and i hit ten people
fap, fap, fap, frrat, that’s how that b*tch sound
every time i pop another perky, know i beat down
let’s hit the road, i’m tryna make a hundred off that hick town
i know a cheap k!ller, you want a n*gga dead? give me six thou’
[verse 3: baby ghost & rmc mike]
hit him in his stomach with the k, knock off eight pounds
pull up on your b*tch off a perc’, gave her eight rounds
hah, and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no s*x either
hit her twelves times with this kel*tec heater
had to double back on my lil’ yeah, she my best eater
every b*tch i run into, i cuff like i arrest people
27 treat him like elastic how it stretch people
i like buyin’ drugs from old*head, them the best people
hit his ass with this hollow head, now his neck see*through
that boy scared to bring his ass outside, sh*t, we would be too
right now this b*tch a number one, but she could be two
f*cked so many hoes, i got a son and he could be two
mike, you got another one on the way, sh*t, it could be true
b*tch lucky that i got some love for her, ’cause she really through
with you, she be actin’ up tight, with me, she loose
i should walk this n*gga down, what would reesey do?

[verse 4: baby ghost]
f*ck it, mike, i’ma chase him down with a greasy dude
i gotta k!ll that one n*gga, he an easy dude
n*gga, these some f*ckin’ rick owens, not no yeezy boots
i ain’t gon’ lie, i wanna f*ck this one b*tch, but i know she oot
they don’t like when gang pop out, ’cause they know we shoot
if we get a lo’ right now, you know what we gon’ do
real slime, get you k!lled by a n*gga that’s close to you
[verse 5: rmc mike]
let a n*gga speak on reese and i’m smokin’ you
don’t let me catch your ass in the county, i’m pokin’ you
get money and take care of your family is what you ‘posed to do
he a ho for real, i seen him tiptoe when bro approachin’ him
heavy blood leakin’ out his body, no petroleum

[verse 6: baby ghost & rmc mike]
i ain’t gon’ say that one n*gga name, fatty stood over him
baby ghost, let me see that sam pack, you know we rollin’ him
spank a n*gga, get on instagram and start trollin’ him
that n*gga dead, we put like sixty*seven holes in him
ironically, i was f*ckin’ every b*tch that was close to him
it might be f*cked up, but right now, me and mike smokin’ him
b*tch

- baby ghost mi lyrics

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