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powerball - baby ghost (mi) lyrics

[intro]
(nito, what up, my n*gga?)

[verse 1]
she gon’ f*ck me anyway, i ain’t gotta show her my face
i already know her friend gon’ f*ck bro, i ain’t gotta show her tag
i ain’t gotta show her the watch, i ain’t gotta show her no pape’
put the glizzy in his face, i ain’t gotta cut on the beam
i don’t need no help, b*tch, i’ll carry the whole team
i ain’t stingy, bro wanna k!ll him, i’ma let him do his thing
she wanna f*ck bro, i ain’t tender, i’ma let her, what you mean?
wock’ pints, tris pints, you a turtle, you drink green
shifters in the ‘wood, b*tch, you would never smell a seed
i ain’t lyin’, if you do, you can k!ll me, wallahi
opp pack in the ‘wood, this sh*t punchin’ like ali
them n*ggas better leave bro alone, on god, he just beat two bodies
if that was me instead of bro, on god, i would’ve dropped you
hop out, hit a n*gga head, that’s how you get it poppin’
b*tch, every n*gga with me slimed a n*gga out
that n*gga a ho, we pulled up on his block, he ran in the house
free da yung og, i’ma keep sayin’ it ’til that n*gga out
you say f*ck da yung og, you gon’ get shot in your mouth
yeah, b*tch, we gon’ run in your house
everybody keep tellin’ me i’m next, but i want it now
get her titties done, she make me mad, i’ma take ’em out
f*ck them n*ggas, they ain’t ridin’ for tay, we gon’ take ’em out
he say he got some bricks in his house, we gon’ take ’em out
i heard he got a brick on his head, i’ma take the 9
run up on his ass and get to shootin’, bro ain’t got no mind
f*ck a b*tch for three hours straight, she ain’t got no spine
oh, you ain’t got no heat? lil’ bro, it’s good, you can take mine
i ain’t scared of nothin’, b*tch, everybody got a time
security check our pockets at the door, everybody got a dime
this a glock .380, but on bro, this b*tch can take .9s
[interlude]
this a glock .380, but on bro, this b*tch can take— yeah
b*tch, this a gen5
glock 19 with the grip, this a gen5
glock 19 with the switch, this a— d*mn

[verse 2]
b*tch, this a gen5
if i woulda shot that party up, everybody would’ve died
oh, you ain’t got no b*tch? lil’ bro, here, you can have mine
how you want smoke with me and tay, but you ain’t got a dime?
how you wanna learn how to shoot a k, but you ain’t shot a 9?
i’m tired of these n*ggas and they moissanite watches and they moissanite chains
she gon’ suck it through the drawers, i ain’t gotta wear no chain, i ain’t gotta tell her my name
b*tch, you gon’ die, you say f*ck lil’ gang
last n*gga said f*ck bro got his ass banged
naw, bro, i ain’t slam him, b*tch
i got an old glock that’s kinda rusty, but it’s still a switch
i heard you got a body, but it’s old, so you still a b*tch
on god, she got a body, but she old, but i still’ll hit
fell off a couple times, but that’s old, now i’m real rich
i heard when he got shot, you left your bro, you a real b*tch
i heard when you got locked, you told, you a real snitch
d*mn, you a lil’ mouse
catch a n*gga comin’ out his house, leave him on his porch
on god, these n*ggas finished, tay, hand me the fork
i got the city burnin’ up, i’m a f*ckin’ torch
she wear glasses, ass fat as h*ll, she a f*ckin’ dork
these n*ggas 12, they be tellin’, i don’t f*ck with pork
high as h*ll on some perc’ 10s, i ain’t goin’ to court

- baby ghost mi lyrics

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