CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ghost*
Lyrics from Snippets
Yeah, gang
Woo
Somebody call PETA (Yeah)
Somebody call— (Yeah)
Somebody call PETA, ha (Yeah)
Gang
Bitch niggas (Woo)
Abuse the bitch niggas (Hey)
These niggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost, Ghost
I fuck that bitch then adiós
Me and my bitch just had a toast
Huh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Hold the fuck up, hold the fuck up
Keep it crushed up, ice, keep it crushed up, ooh
In my double cup, yeah, double cup, yeah
If you think you gang, pussy, double up, yeah
Hoes, hoes, niggas hoes, yeah
You a friend or a foe?
Let me know, know
Slam my door
Swing my door, heard them feds swinged your door
Nigga, them feds ain't swingin' my door, uh
Yeah, for sure
Count my dough, yeah
She wanna smoke my dope, yeah
This semi-auto, bah
'Mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah
Pop you like a bottle, bah
This semi-auto, bah
'Mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah
Pop you like a bottle, bah
These niggas hoes, hoes
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost, Ghost
I fuck that bitch then adiós
Me and my bitch just had a toast
Pullin' up, choppers, runnin' up dough
Beatin' the box, nigga, the [?]
[?], straight off the boat
I step on the block, I was cutting pure dope
I'm still pickin' locks, doin' it wrong
We kickin' in doors like, is anyone home?
Knock the dreadlocks off of his the top of his dome
I grip the chrome, nigga, you use Google Chrome
Turn me up a notch, put me in my zone
Put him in the plot like the scene is yours
And this freakazoid has a dinosaur
And his chopper loud as an Aventador
I'm with the bullshit [?] I'm at the door
the full clips, get the opposition headed off
Bad bitches and they always wanna tag along
Couple bands on the wrist and I ain’t brag at all
Pull a [?], then I make the bodybag tall
My niggas slide him and he dead, [?] damn [?]
I get too high and I ain't [?] through the damn floor
We slang a 9, we ain’t fuckin' with the damn law
These niggas hoes, hoes
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a ghost, ghost
I fuck that bitch then adiós
Me and my bitch just had a toast
Yeah, gang
Woo
Somebody call PETA (Yeah)
Somebody call— (Yeah)
Somebody call PETA, ha (Yeah)
Gang
Bitch niggas (Woo)
Abuse the bitch niggas (Hey)
These niggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost, Ghost
I fuck that bitch then adiós
Me and my bitch just had a toast
Huh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Hold the fuck up, hold the fuck up
Keep it crushed up, ice, keep it crushed up, ooh
In my double cup, yeah, double cup, yeah
If you think you gang, pussy, double up, yeah
Hoes, hoes, niggas hoes, yeah
You a friend or a foe?
Let me know, know
Slam my door
Swing my door, heard them feds swinged your door
Nigga, them feds ain't swingin' my door, uh
Yeah, for sure
Count my dough, yeah
She wanna smoke my dope, yeah
This semi-auto, bah
'Mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah
Pop you like a bottle, bah
This semi-auto, bah
'Mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah
Pop you like a bottle, bah
These niggas hoes, hoes
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost, Ghost
I fuck that bitch then adiós
Me and my bitch just had a toast
Pullin' up, choppers, runnin' up dough
Beatin' the box, nigga, the [?]
[?], straight off the boat
I step on the block, I was cutting pure dope
I'm still pickin' locks, doin' it wrong
We kickin' in doors like, is anyone home?
Knock the dreadlocks off of his the top of his dome
I grip the chrome, nigga, you use Google Chrome
Turn me up a notch, put me in my zone
Put him in the plot like the scene is yours
And this freakazoid has a dinosaur
And his chopper loud as an Aventador
I'm with the bullshit [?] I'm at the door
the full clips, get the opposition headed off
Bad bitches and they always wanna tag along
Couple bands on the wrist and I ain’t brag at all
Pull a [?], then I make the bodybag tall
My niggas slide him and he dead, [?] damn [?]
I get too high and I ain't [?] through the damn floor
We slang a 9, we ain’t fuckin' with the damn law
These niggas hoes, hoes
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a ghost, ghost
I fuck that bitch then adiós
Me and my bitch just had a toast
