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letra de ghost talk - jamal'gott karats

(jamalgottkarats)
i’m with a couple of real ones
i’m tryna copp me a real one
man the gang ride, who gon switch sides
we ain’t about it about to body n-ggas take a picture
that’s a k!ller picture
pick a n-gga 1 on 1
hood tarzan pull up all you n-ggas shook now
sean apes huh

hook: (jamalgottkarats & mat culture)
she pull up on me
right at the crib i didn’t call but she pulled up
straight to the room
she got a bag i think it’s gas she gonn pull out
she got a man i got a map right where she wann ima put her
i got a car in the garage but she wanna ride on my wiener
i said i grew up in the dungeon sh-t is scary as f-ck
no u never gon relate unless u hanging with us
mama raised me as a hero
the streets turned me to a villain
need a feature pay the fee bro
my money short like krillin

verse 1: (peece maycar)
i got to show you how it is
just to paint the picture clearer for y’all
n-gga this sh-t is on the wheels
it turn bad man u got it all wrong
i got too many ice on my wrist
it’s so cold suhn i cough all the flow
rappers is pity full
g-y code
they gang bang
the beat is on the leash
you think you dope that’s a metaphor
believing cap it doesn’t matter though
yeah i heard ur sh-t
sh-t is boring bro
you hate the drip i guess it’s overload
you think we friends lmf40- f-ck that
your raps is fake like snapchat
i say straight i don’t backchat
lmf40- you catching feelings take a nap brat
you claim that you goat but you just a lab rat
your pen game ain’t woke this sh-t is ur weakness
you said that you balling
n-gga you ain’t wingman
your girl she a coach my n-gga she gat all the d-ck game
hook: (jamalgottkarats & mat culture)
she pull up on me
right at the crib i didn’t call but she pulled up
straight to the room
she got a bag i think it’s gas she gonn pull out
she got a man i got a map right where she wann ima put her
i got a car in the garage but she wanna ride on my wiener
i said i grew up in the dungeon sh-t is scary as f-ck
no u never gon relate unless u hanging with us
mama raised me as a hero
the streets turned me to a villain
need a feature pay the fee bro
my money short like krillin

verse 2: (mat culture)
this is mat c
the prodigy
it’s only right if i just k!ll a beat
i got em snapping like ohh sheesh
who’s he!? the boy a beast
look i’ve been a goat but a different kind cause i eat rappers not grass n-gga
no i don’ feel your latest kak n-gga
no y’all will never make the cut n-gga
i’m a skinny n-gga with a fat ego
i ain’t gat karats i’m not a f-ck nigro
so i takeoff like the illest migo
watch em offset as they bite quavo
i made hits without ammo
f-ck boys wouldn’t get the memo
check my catalog sh-t fuego
flow heavy cyclone dineo
handouts i don’t take that
look i work hard for what i’ve got
need a verse n-gga better pay up
more racks n-gga no favors
yeah i wrote this just to prove a point
lately n-ggas think i’m getting soft
but if i went hard on every single song
a n-gga prolly gonna need a morgue
f-ck yall
hook: (jamalgottkarats & mat culture)
she pull up on me
right at the crib i didn’t call but she pulled up
straight to the room
she got a bag i think it’s gas she gonn pull out
she got a man i got a map right where she wann ima put her
i got a car in the garage but she wanna ride on my wiener
i said i grew up in the dungeon sh-t is scary as f-ck
no u never gon relate unless u hanging with us
mama raised me as a hero
the streets turned me to a villain
need a feature pay the fee bro
my money short like krillin

verse 3: (jamalgottkarats)
lemme talk a whole lotta bull
i don’t really care about no fool
i don’t really care about no motherf-ckin n-gga
if i gotta pull the trigger ima pull
walking down an alley
walking down a valley with no weapon i ain’t shook
short n-gga bucket high hoops
short b-tches whole d-mn mood
if she look clean i might shoot my shot
give her this d-ck cause i call the shots
i like it when she’s gone cause i f-ck your thot
drip stay on i don’t close the tap
if i gotta sell my soul i’m gonn sell it
cause i ain’t tryna die broke
bro forget it
ghost talk or ghost slang
his verse in my herse
whose verse? a big l?
whose cat? a deep grave like 20 feet
n-ggas switch sides like half time
and my b-tch hot like salsa
pretty as f-ck like sansa
i talk to ghosts like it’s normal
i got your b-tch and she with it
she might pop it for my n-ggas
i think she opera how she give it
hook:

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