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letra de aim right - baby ghost (mi)

[intro]
give me one reason why i shouldn’t have my boy here pull your head off
how about a magic trick?
i’m gonna make this pencil disappear
tada
(does jones make beats?)

[verse 1: baby ghost]
tried to hit him in his head, but i missed him
d-mn, i gotta get my aim right
she let me f-ck, i couldn’t even say her name right
if i get took, somebody gettin’ k!lled every night
man, i’m still mad i ain’t k!ll them n-ggas at the light
but it’s alright, i’ma get they ass another night
this time, i’ma walk ’em down, i’ma do it right
this time, i’ma hit his face, i’ma shoot him twice
n-gga, n-gga, put your hands up, don’t move
or i’ma start shootin’ everything in the room
stupid-ass n-gga tried to run, all you heard was a boom
i told that n-gga not to move
i’m finna catch another body for a hundred blues
then i’ma move

[interlude: rio da yung og]
yeah, that bag right there
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
took the headphones off and left, i just shot a move
two percocets and some red, i just found my groove
pop a n-gga in his head, knock him out his shoes
meet my b-tch granny at the pharm’, talk her out her juice
dropped my son off and seen an opp’s son in the room
they probably finna kick me out, i knocked him outta school
n-gga asked me was i gettin’ money, is a roxy blue?
yesterday, i drunk a four of red and took an oxy too
walkin’ ’round my house in tighty-whities, feelin’ like a king
high off green, tryna find some purp, i feel like a fiend
told my n-ggas call me big homie, i feel like akeem
drink a lot of syrup and take a bean and have a lot of dreams
pop a n-gga inside of my crib and call hydroclean
ghost mad as f-ck ’cause i ain’t let him pop you
now i got blood on my walls, i gotta pressure wash ’em
f-ck it, let’s drink this whole eight, i paid seven dollars
make the bag move and i ain’t touch it, i got special powers
i can middleman a zip and make eleven thousand
who in flint really f-ckin’ with me? n-gga, let’s be honest
hit him with the stick and drunk a six, we both left unconscious
bro famous, he done whipped up more cakes than betty crocker
say my name red flagged ’cause i done been to every doctor
slidin’ with the stick, movin’ ice, b-tch, i’m larry hopkins
right now, i’m on the phone with sprint talking very proper

- baby ghost mi

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