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letra de phantoms - axr

i pull up in a phantom we rippin’ this sh-t on the road
when these p-ssies talk sh-t they be turned into ghosts
the randoms just talk but they don’t want the smoke
they be pushin’ for clout but they ain’t from the coast
it was back then, i was doin’ the most
they attacked then, now i turn em to toast
boutta stack tens, and i blow it on clothes
i shoot all my shots, they hit right off the post

and i’m all in, put my chips on the plate
but she hungry for me so i give her a taste
we head for the top so some p-ssies gon’ hate
got the ice on my body my shawty need skates
i’m the kit to her kat, so she gave me a break
imma hop on a jet and i fly out of state
if they hearin’ my flows they ain’t catchin’ me straight
make rumours about me, you made a mistake

i’m making these waves, better hide in ya boat
i’m taking down names, puttin’ death in ya notes
better watch for the dates, april comes for the fools
pull up in a wraith, and i’m fly like a crow
and i’m pourin’ my whole f-ckin’ soul out
into every singular line that i wrote
pour the lean out into my soda
cause the codeine’s the thing that’s gon’ keep me afloat
playin’ games with your life, i’m the president snow
cause i’m meltin’ the ice with the radiant flows
when we used to be tight you would lie through your throat
now i’m rockin’ like isis the day i explode
not in it for clout, i be in this for bands
better watch where you shout, or you’re catchin’ the hands
shows they always sold out, they can watch from the stands
when i’m out of the mud and the lines in the sand
i pull up in a phantom we rippin’ this sh-t on the road
when these p-ssies talk sh-t they be turned into ghosts
the randoms just talk but they don’t want the smoke
they be pushin’ for clout but they ain’t from the coast
it was back then, i was doin’ the most
they attacked then, now i turn em to toast
boutta stack tens, and i blow it on clothes
i shoot all my shots, they hit right off the post

i take this sh-t serious, don’t take me for jokes
cause i’m furious, and fast with the flows
they hearin’ us, can’t wait till we post
up in hollywood, and they gon’ call us the goats
i’m experienced, every word that i spoke
luxurious, so much water i’m soaked
she’s curious, she wet like a moat
i’m mysterious, i’m out like a ghost
playin’ my songs with the gas at the ready
they ripping they bongs, but they soft as a teddy
she ripped off her thong, and she’s coming already
she stuck out her tongue and she ran me a heady
i’m seein’ the future, i’m thinkin’ aheady
you want me to feature? have cash at the ready
they call me the creature, and i can be deadly
beheaded the preacher, so watch the machete

- axr

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