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letra de popup - baby ghost (mi)

[verse 1: baby ghost]
b-tch, i ain’t tryna do nothin’ else but catch bodies
brodie off the xan’, he got the switch on him and i’m off a roxy
he don’t give a f-ck, broad day, you know lil’ ghost’ll drop you
i don’t give a f-ck where we at, you know that i’ll pop you
hit a n-gga block with arp, we only spinnin’ out of fast sh-t
b-tch, it’s a switch on every glock, gang only shoot fast sh-t
stand over your ass with a .308, i bet you won’t last, b-tch
i’ll catch a hat broad day, then pull off laughing

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
n-gga, you gon’ have my sh-t today and, b-tch, i wasn’t askin’
told ghost to grab the baby k ’cause that b-tch shoot the fastest
h-llcat, get in front of ’em and get to shootin’ backwards
hangin’ out the window, shoot at everything behind me
label scared to sign me, told ’em all that ghetto sh-t behind me
if it ain’t a glocky or a fin, get that sh-t from ’round me

[verse 3: baby ghost]
b-tch, first timе i hit a hat, i wasn’t even tryin’
fap-fap-fap-fap, walk you down, spit on you while you dyin’

[verse 4: babyfxce e]
all-black ‘cat, you hеar it growlin’ when them n-ggas slidin’
y’all keep trustin’ all these hoes, that’s why your n-ggas dyin’
[verse 5: baby ghost]
slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, wipe your nose, i’m so f-ckin’ slimy
real big stepper, catch a headshot while i’m drivin’
real big stepper, only hittin’ heads when i’m slidin’
i ain’t never f-ck her, but she always give me head when i’m drivin’
louie shirt on, b-tch, yeah, i’m still grindin’

[verse 6: babyfxce e]
i ain’t worried about that one n-gga, ’cause we gon’ find him
bro said he already f-cked you, b-tch, so why you lyin’?
popped two n-ggas up with one bullet, i wasn’t even tryin’
i got enough to buy a skydweller, i guess it’s perfect timing

[verse 7: baby ghost]
brodie smoked a n-gga six years ago, they still tryna find him
gang k!lled that n-gga two years ago, they still out here cryin’
put the glock to his face, cut the flash on, then fry him
they say two-seven the reason why everybody out here dyin’
n-gga, stop cappin’ like you really out here catchin’ headshots
catch a n-gga at the light, do him like they did tupac

[verse 8: babyfxce e]
let me get the striker, i only wanna slide down two blocks
thought i was the only n-gga shootin’, naw, b-tch, it’s two glocks
two glocks dumpin’, and they both got switchies on ’em
b-tch bad as h-ll, f-ck around and got to trickin’ on her
it keep runnin’ out of bullets, f-ck it, put the fifty on it
you keep thinkin’ that i’m sweet until i put this b-tch up on you

- baby ghost mi

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