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letra de ghosttown - yung lean

[chorus: yung lean]
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except me
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except me
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean

[verse 1: yung lean]
i’m smoking double pack, louis duffle bag, get that money stack
trouble’s back, i don’t give a f-ck, we jump out the back
where they at? leave all my essentials in a zig-zag
roll it up, take a drag, i’m the best at it, i don’t like to brag
leave my body in a bag
if you f-ck around you in that body bag, burn the flag
f-ck who you know, i don’t f-ck with that
couple zeros on a couple tags
tunnel vision, tunnelin’ a jag
stumble out the hotel lobby
shoveled gold knuckles, screaming, “where they at?”
i won’t be in your life again but you might see me in a mag’
delete my number, never call me back
flat on the ground, spat blood on my acronym bag
we from stocktown, seasons change
b-tch, you know where we at

[verse 2: travi$ scott]
let’s get real, land of the ghost, so trill
come and take a trip in my hill, get ghost
don’t come up here with that sh-t, get roast
know la flame don’t play by his toast, you know
and i’m bound to flow you down, come on, she grab my jeans
she grab the kush, she balancing on my balance beam while i’m jigglin’ cantaloupes
we off that lean-lean-lean in my dream-dream-dream-dreams, yeah
we don’t want alcohol drinks, only soda and codeine, oh
get it right, get it right
it ain’t down for the night
it ain’t down for the night
ayy, yo, yo lean, ayy, yo lean, where these b-tches come from?
tryna see who with the sh-ts, who really down to get drunk
i might throw up, might turn up, turn up every summer, every summer

[bridge: travi$ scott]
every summer, every summer
i’m with sad boys in stockholm, they know h-town be my home
they know h-town be my home
them-them my homies
them-them my homies
i’m with sad boys in stockholm, they know mo city my home
them-them my homies
them-them my homies
them-them my motherf-cking homies, straight up

[chorus: yung lean]
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except me
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except me
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except me
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean
stocktown, ghost town, sbe
i don’t give a f-ck about no one except lean

- yung lean

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