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letra de ghostrider - +bless+ (ms)

[chorus: +bless+]
yeah (th-th-three), b-tch
(we gon’ be okay) ridin’ with my demons, you can’t get saved by no bible
okay, hop out on them, let the car run and let it idle
yeah, they tryna ride my wave, you can’t surf up on my tidal
yeah, rag around my head, b-tch, we lookin’ like al-qaeda
yeah, i ain’t talkin’ kodak, but my whole gang full of snipers
yeah, freestyle every song, you still usin’ ghost writers
keep that fire on me while i’m ridin’, look like ghost rider

[verse 1: +bless+]
yeah, keep that heater everywhere, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no lighter
yеah, every song i make gold, yеah, i feel like midas
huh, ask me if i shot that boy, i’on know, i might’ve
i just wanna pipe that ho, h-ll no, i can’t wife her
i’m tweakin’ off these percocets
pop a ten, have perky s-x
ridin’ in that purple jet
pop his head, he go turtle neck
macomb where the murders at
i got guns you ain’t heard of yet
woah, woah
man, steppin’ like twin, got me feelin’ like i’m dirtball
how the f-ck am i gon’ copy when i ain’t even heard of y’all?
whip the h-llcat like it’s stir fry, run you over, murder y’all
vvs’s on my neck, i just dropped a thirty ball
[chorus: +bless+]
b-tch (th-th-three), b-tch
(we gon’ be okay) ridin’ with my demons, you can’t get saved by no bible
okay, hop out on them, let the car run and let it idle
yeah, they tryna ride my wave, you can’t surf up on my tidal
yeah, rag around my head, b-tch, we lookin’ like al-qaeda
yeah, i ain’t talkin’ kodak, but my whole gang full of snipers
yeah, freestyle every song, you still usin’ ghost writers
keep that fire on me while i’m ridin’, look like ghost rider
okay

[verse 2: tiotio]
white b-tch, she gon’ ride the d-ck, she a ghost rider
she gimme that head, that sh-t was mid, i’on know about her
lil’ b-tch, i’ma light this blunt up, i’on need no lighter
i swear, this b-tch, she a vamp queen, she a soap biter (woah)
she wanna suck my d-ck in public, i said “b-tch, you wilin'” (yeah)
yo’ b-tch, she said she like my swag and i ain’t even need no stylist (stylist)
i wouldn’t change up on my gang, even if i could regardless (huh)
i couldn’t f-ck with that lil’ b-tch ’cause she just got that mileage

- bless ms

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