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letra de bow, pt. 2 - baby ghost (mi)

[verse 1]
i got these b-tches in here shakin’ ass, they both some opps
but i’m like f-ck it, i’m drunk as h-ll, might as well get some top
bro on tip, i’m on tip, we finna link with the opps
she shakin’ ass, she shakin’ ass, both these hoes some thots

[chorus]
baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, that’s a semi glock
bro got caught with switch, he was just finna go hit ron-ron drop
i be shootin’ n-ggas and hittin’ blocks, i’m not my dad
i be pullin’ up and hittin’ heads when i get mad

[verse 2]
b-tch got mad and blocked my number ’cause i ain’t wanna stab
if you an opp, just up your gun ’cause we ain’t finna jab
hit him in his face with the k, knock off a big chunk
every time that one n-gga see us, he run, forrest gump

[interlude]
mm, f-ck the opps
bro grave, free my n-gga khy, man, we k!llin’ all thеm n-ggas, man
man, like them n-ggas can’t f-ck with us for real
litеrally, huh

[verse 3]
kelz got shot, nell a b-tch, keith a rat, dez a snitch
dee got fully, i got semi, striker ‘cat, this not no hemi
qb dead, nick dead, larry dead, ruby dead
sticks got popped, drill got dropped, they hit him all up in his head
[interlude]
hold on, hold on
fully on me right now in this b-tch, man
wish a n-gga would play
like y’all almost forgot
f-ck the l!ck too, i ain’t gon’ lie
n-ggas some hoes

[verse 4]
i had his b-tch with her head back, pourin’ don down her throat
she got some ass and it’s real, oh yeah, i’m tryna poke
he tried run, he must ain’t know that ap got a scope
i ain’t gon’ judge you, b-tch i grew up around people smokin’ dope
hittin’ an opp b-tch from the back, my hands around her throat
mark a b-tch, he got popped and still ain’t try to score
jordan a b-tch, he hit the county and get his ass stomped
lil lik a b-tch too, he was in the county hidin’ under his bunk
geno a b-tch too, he be dodgin’ wreck, he never bump
relly a b-tch, caught him in prison, he wasn’t tryna box
b-tch, f-ck woo, f-ck sam, they got they ass dropped
ghetto got his chain took, then got his ass popped

[interlude]
this ain’t even no diss song for real, this like, this just a message
and like r.i.p. isis, r.i.p. tay, r.i.p. baba
f-ck the opps
oh yeah, f-ck no mercy too
[chorus]
baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, that’s a semi glock
bro got caught with switch, he was just finna go hit ron-ron drop
i be shootin’ n-ggas and hittin’ blocks, i’m not my dad
i be pullin’ up and hittin’ heads when i get mad

- baby ghost mi

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