Lyrics Ghosty Boi – Freestyle Gods 6

Freestyle Gods 6 Lyrics – Ghosty Boi

Singer: Ghosty Boi
Title: Freestyle Gods 6

Free of style with the freestyle gods
Triple 6, ill have blood stains, call that f#cking freestyle gone
You can’t do sh#t, cannot even freestyle, god
Catch my flows b#tch, imma f#ckin cease your heart

Yeah i froze it, yeah the f#cking beat might stop
You got carried, 4 bars by a feature, dawg
Better get the priest, make em pray to the gods
Cause yo petty #ss talentless life is gone

Little Jake, little b#tch, little dick, cannot mix
You a fake, f#cking prick, you ain’t sick, you are sh#t
Moral of the story, you’re the musty armpits
If i can’t diss then why you tryna start that sh#t

I never won a beef but you’re body is my feast
Yeah ill break your f#cking skull cause your shawty I will steal
Then ill dump her with you in a f#cking grave
I ain’t even close to finished, I just f#cking started mane

You’ll go ghost
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Lyrics Ghosty Boi – Freestyle Gods 6

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