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letra de verbatim - gweilo ghost

[intro]

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[chorus: gweilo ghost]
i speak verbatim, no worth in me hidin’ how i move
pourin’ tussy lines, i’m sipping pink in red bottom shoes
had a premonition, you gon’ see my face on the news
i already flipped the coin, so i ain’t got sh-t left to prove
i swear to god i curse these drugs every time i mix (stalkerplugg)
’cause i’ll be dying to kick the bucket first on nights like this
i can’t help but crack a smile when my doc writes my scripts
but i ain’t showin’ no emotion when i bite my lips, b-tch

[verse 1: turnabout]
yeah, when i wake up, yeah, i’m in h-ll, i wanna end
my b-tch with her b-tch, yeah, she bringin’ all her friends
to the—, big denim lookin’ so beautiful, man
hoppin’ out the sprinter van to the club private section (yeah, yeah)
in the night outside the house, it get scary (it get scary)
got the two-tone glocks, lime and cherry (lime and cherry)
these b-tches ask, do i get paid? i said, “very” (i said, “very”)
we out in utah, we got the right to carry (right to carry)
yeah, it’s a urge to make ’em feel where i’m at (feel where i’m at)
walked in dover’s and i spent that bag (that bag)
you can never be first, but you can always be last (be last)
every dollar that we spend, we gon’ make it back (make it back)
every b-tch who wanna f-ck me does not have a chance (nah)
new plan, that b-tch attest to what she cannot have (yeah)
i’m with gweilo in the v, yeah, he off them tabs
i’m at saks, yeah, they bring me pieces out the bag
[chorus: gweilo ghost]
i speak verbatim, no worth in me hidin’ how i move
pourin’ tussy lines, i’m sipping pink in red bottom shoes
had a premonition, you gon’ see my face on the news
i already flipped the coin, so i ain’t got sh-t left to prove
i swear to god i curse these drugs every time i mix
’cause i’ll be dying to kick the bucket first on nights like this
i can’t help but crack a smile when my doc writes my scripts
but i ain’t showin’ no emotion when i bite my lips

[verse 2: gweilo ghost]
it’s a never-ending love story, me and my cup
got a lot of secrets in me i ain’t fessin’ up
can’t make my mind up, like layne, it’s love, hate, love
how i’m never punished, i couldn’t believe my luck
she wan’ be choking on my d-ck, instead, she chokes on words
i’m feelin’ feisty, he tried to kiss her, now he’s kissing curbs
i’m seein’ double on the freeway, this whip’s turned to a he-rs-
i don’t dip my toes in, b-tch, i jump in head first ([?])
got a lot of dirty laundry, got a lot to unpack
ad astra, he just turned on me when sh-t turned bad
if i say enough’s enough then best start writing my plaque
damage i done is permanent, no turnin’ back, b-tch

[outro]
stalkerplugg
pursuing the path of penance and flagellation

- gweilo ghost

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