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ghosts 2 - mbnel lyrics

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[verse: mbnel]
ay, applaud the k!llas when they spin, i pray they got one
i was taught to never show my hand in any given outcome
lil’ bro really a trophy, when he with me tryna down sum
i’m the quiet type but still ah get you smoked playin’ the loud one
southside, i’ma throw it up when i get every chance
state*to*state, we doin’ shows, pose in every van
everybody with me point and shoot like they some camera man
ak*47’s and them drac’s like we the taliban
we don’t do that back and forth cuz i ain’t into that
just pass lil’ bro the glock cuz he been spinnin’ like a ceiling fan
spent a couple thousand on my fit, the post on instagram
no straddlin’ that fence, you could get smoked playin’ the middle man
try to reach for these and we gon’ leave em
think i popped a fake e how this b*tch got me sleepin’
i just brought me 3 ki’s for them boys to go and spin em
just give me a dp if i ever bang somethin’ different
ay, he poppin’ out the bushes, he gon’ die before he see em
how you talk about a man but see his hand and still shook it?
somebody needa give us some apr*ns the way we cooked him
i could put ‘cho on a rapper, i book him before we book em
buddy was a stepper, he got filled with holes and turned to a croc
did him like prichard, turned into a vegetable tryna box
i share a room with drac’s like my first name was josh
i make a call and get him touched like he at a massage
brother died then ask the succas how them fullys be workin’
ain’t no athletes in the circle but they hoopin’ and surfin’
hot cars round this b*tch just give em switches and perkies
ay cuddy off*white, he ah blow like he virgil
first class in the air with champagne on the ice
catch me on an island, prolly somewhere in hawai’i
i just bought some property, i’m out here playin’ monopoly
fully rearrange his facials, nickel know cosmetology
how they sayin’ that they on me, shake em off, fallin’ offa me
all these favors on my phone, i’m gettin’ tired of people callin’ me
diamonds on me dancin’, wrist look like a jabbawockee
they think that i’m a closet how these people be hangin’ off me
brother got the drop but they been outta the city
brodie popped a p hat like he fumbled the phillies
if they ain’t rappin’ with a chain, that just mean he get busy
baby [?] augmented cuz we gave her some titties
i been to a bag, prolly with some folks in the hills
phil jackson, but i could make a call for the drill
ain’t no monkey in the middle when it’s real in the field
said he stood on business ’til we caught his cab, made a mill
last succa died dissin’ bro, guess he was dyin’ to meet him
i dealt with so much chopsticks, you woulda thought i was korean
i just sipped on baccarat, paid in advance in venetian
if you sayin’ that it’s f*ck us, betta say it with meaning
i been in that one mode, a bum ass b*tch, i can’t trust those
can’t trust my patnas patna, they gettin’ clutched on
somebody baby momma come around, they gettin’ f*cked on
southside, everybody from this section really cutthroat
chop 7.6’s, this b*tch sound like a trombone
yeeain’t even gotta ask, i really got it off the muscle
chop sticks and cash all sittin’ inside a duffel
sittin’ at maestro’s i spilled drank on a bubble
his family put him in a tux, he wasn’t even a groom
11 dudes with .45’s like issa quarter to noon
you a nerd braggin’ bout some sh*t you ‘posed to be doin’
you gotta watch for the ones who still got somethin’ to prove
my daughter ain’t gon’ whine for nun, must be dumb if you think different
all that cappin’ tryna fit in like a link missin’
treat cars like tech decks the way we whip flippin’
watch yo brother lie in front you always hit different
hotspot wherever we go, we loaded
i got these diamonds on me dancin’ always causin’ commotions
never thought i’d make it rappin’ it was sumn i was hopin’
i put the 8 on my back, b*tch i feel like i’m kobe

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