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letra de really in these streets - ghostee from the block

remember when i hit you up, remember when we lit it up, remember when we raised the roof yeah it lifted up, remember when i did it yup, remember when i whipped it up, remember that i hit a chump, remember fake n-gg-s yup and the fake thugs, remember when we rolled up on those f-cking pups,you already know me so you know w-ssup, when you see me you’ve ran out of luck, tell me why when i ran up you looked h-lla stuck, remember that one b-tch i f-cked, remember that i know my stuff,remember that im koming up in trucks,remember that im running up on sum, remember that i’m huffing and i’m puffin,im the big bad wolf, hit that n-gg- in the back,i’m the leader of my pack,ck what i stack, hit a n-gg- with the gat, man this is ghostee on the track, best know that the real ones are back, all y’all n-gg-s sounding whack, style (what you lack),pull up in a whip with 30 in the klip ,koming up and i’m shooting down ckrip,wooaaah set trip, kome up on you like a bay blade imma let the clip rip, imma grip that sh-t and shoot with the sticks, always h-tting licks, my n-gg- i’m i’m bliss,kant no n-gg- touch this, man i’m the sh-ts, got the tip on my hip ,lean (thats what i sip) , if we koming then you better not dip,imma let yo blood drip,get yo -ss a pimp,kause yo n-gg- got limp, big lips,no tip,skimp d-ck,he a silly n-gg- kause tricks is for kids, fake timbs, shrimp stick, fish sh-t, he on thad snitvh sh-t, that’s some b-tch sh-t, if you want a real man pick him, imma real f-ckin g ,everybody know me, if you klaim you know me then you better be a homie, man i’m chillin with the og’s ,say you got them poles then show me, yo girl finna blow me,lickin on it slowly, yeah this d-ck is holy lemme put some jesus in you, you know what i do, man i’m shooting at the blue,blood n-gg-s stay true, if you bitvh then you kan get it too, shoot you down then i yell sooooowooooo, you up in my town so dont be clowning around, imma pull up on you, imma waste thirty rounds, you already know thad n-gg-s got pounds, ounce after ounce, if i gotta do sum business you know all my n-gg-s down, you a pup but my n-gg- imma hound, kaught so many bodies i think i forgot how to kount, if the opps kome imma bounce, man imma run from off the couch, all my n-gg-s know the route, yall gone know what we about, yo body won’t be found, we walk in silence f-ck the sound, man you better remeber man imma gang member, i ain’t never snitvhed not never, thats not something i would do not ever, kome up on a n-gg- and i pull the f-cking lever, imma get what i want when i want it, imma get to robbing ain’t no tauntin, in the dark my demons hauntin, imma real n-gg- and koming up off the block, running up wuth the glock, make yo heart stop, shooting at the opps, got love for the homie be-bopp, always on top, watch up blood drop, kome up in a mob, im f-ckin with the boss, if you flexin its yo loss, man you know i got the sauce, if you taking sh-t then my n-gg- press pause,rewind you behind, imma n-gg- from the eastside, all my n-gg-s rral and we wild, koming back to the block with h-lla style, you didn’t know me for a lil while, but it’s money thad we pile

- ghostee from the block

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