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#holy #gghost - blankfac3 lyrics

#holy #gghost lyrics
lil b*tch, yeah
lil b*tch, yuh

[hook * blankfac3]
my n*ggas so down they in the ground
smoke a opp flesh, yeah, right from the pound
i got wings on my head, yeah, i’m finna drown
i throw this sh*t up, ain’t no tearin’ it down
she wanna f*ck, bae, not right now
i just bopped these n*ggas, so i gotta bounce
you mess with my brother, i’m bleedin’ it out
i’m sippin’ on blood, it’s making me howl
told you who it is, but it’s still your [?]

[verse 1 * blankfac3]
whole lotta birds on the jet right now
you don’t got a strap, n*gga, don’t come ‘round
hand me the dope, let me see if it’s loud
i got this stick with me it’s so loud
i got this stick with me but i’m coolin’
i’m living life just like a movie
i hope this hoe don’t think she could fool me
imma just treat her ass like a groupie
doin’ this sh*t how i want to, dawg, f*ck around with the gang
flippin’ this monеy i’m stuntin’, dawg, i just wan’ get me a range
f*ckin’ that hoе, it was nothing dawg, i ain’t gon’ give her a ring
probably won’t buy her a thing, i’m keepin’ it true to the gang
keepin’ it true like messi, keepin’ it true like master p
keepin’ it true like silk tha shokka, my lil n*ggas will rock the party
i know some n*ggas who rob the robbers, i know some n*ggas who’ll sew your momma
i’m from the slum where it’s plenty problems, stay out of that and get to the guala
to the bank, to the cheese n*gga, to the fees n*gga
really real with the real ones, with the family, with the g’s, n*gga
i don’t know bout the other sh*t, only thing i need is the weed, n*gga
and the cheese, n*gga
n*gga called, said he need the front, i’mma see n*gga, i’mma see n*gga
what i really felt, all this weight i really built
all these n*ggas gon’ get k!lled, they play around with the family, yeah
g5, i’m a big deal, got a cold heart, i’mma hit still
poppin’ that p*ssy like tip drill, i ain’t tip nothin’, i rip still, okay
[hook * blankfac3]
my n*ggas so down they in the ground
smoke a opp flesh, yeah, right from the pound
i got wings on my head, yeah, i’m finna drown
i throw this sh*t up, ain’t no tearin’ it down
she wanna f*ck, bae, not right now
i just bopped these n*ggas, so i gotta bounce
you mess with my brother, i’m bleedin’ it out
i’m sippin’ on blood, it’s making me howl
told you who it is, but it’s still your [?]

[verse 2 * paycheck 500]
2017, i was still sellin’ jeeps
makin’ them hits, believe me now?
bet this b*tch wanna f*ck, bet, wanna f*ck right now?
bet my ex wanna f*ck, but she can’t have me now
told my ex, yeah, look at me, look at me now
i’m still the same young n*gga, yeah
we put a 100 in yo bed
i’m still the same young n*gga
count the money ‘til my fingers crack
i’m still the same young n*gga
bae, come to the mall then you gon’ get smashed
i’m still the same young n*gga
i’m smokin’ a different type of thrax
i’m f*cked in the head, i miss my bro but he still dead
it’s not my fault, we was poppin’ them pills and he got popped instead
now it’s walking dead, study my drugs and i got me a tec
drugs take my pain, right out my vein, and it feels better than s*x
got about 100 rounds, got about 100 pounds
smoke that sh*t until i’m gone, smoke that sh*t until i drown
chokin’ on smoke, chokin’ on smoke, oh, oh, oh
(i’m chokin’ on smoke, i’m chokin’ on smoke, i’m lookin’ like a ghost)

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