GHOST Lyrics – PEDLER
Singer: PEDLER
Title: GHOST
She gone talk that cap like she ain’t f#ck the bros
Tell her i ain’t ever fall in love with hoes
Won’t ever sell out less we talking bout a show
And i won’t take advice from you if you’re broke
Get the f#ck up out my face, who you think you are
Get the f#ck up out this race you ain’t gone make it far
Don’t talk no sh#t, i walk that sh#t, i say this with my chest
Stay hating on the boy i know i am the f#cking best
Lost respect for you in the pandemic
Showed your true colors man you pathetic
Get the f#ck up out my face i’m feeling schizophrenic
Don’t want you talking to me unless it’s apologetic
Lock me in a room with you they’ll have to call a medic
Everything i spit right now i f#cking meant it
Everyday i see your circle getting smaller that’s a fact
Had to back away from you cos you ain’t got they back
That’s all the time imma spend on you
Cos all your worth is an eight bar verse
Rest in peace to pop the smoke will never clear
I see my future so imma go hard all year
I’ve never been the guy to stay in one lane
Had to do this drill sh#t to keep it sane
Mama i’m go up up up up
We don’t stop until they play us in the club
She gone talk that cap like she ain’t f#ck the bros
Tell her i ain’t ever fall in love with hoes
Won’t ever sell out less we talking bout a show
And i won’t take advice from you if you’re broke
Get the f#ck up out my face, who you think you are
Get the f#ck up out this race you ain’t gone make it far
Don’t talk no sh#t, i walk that sh#t, i say this with my chest
Stay hating on the boy i know i am the f#cking best
I’m just, tryna stack up that paper
Curb all of them haters, turn a profit my cake up (yeah)
I’m just, northside boy demma stay up
You ain’t fooling my day ones, foolish look when my day comes
Yeah, who dem
Who are dem tryna test me, your b#tch all on my testie
Money falling like check please
Yeah. who dem
Baddest b#tch she my bestie
Your b#tch bust on her chesty, it ain’t nothing i’m flexing
Yeah
They just wanna waste time they time, hate on burntown vibe
Who they tryna test that’s fine, crown and the keys that’s mine
We just getting hazy, merry jane she my baby
You keep hating that’s fine, imma stick to my rhymes
They keep hoping i’d die, f#cking no way i’m fly
Think you got it then try, guaranteed you gone cry
Gimme cake see that’s mine, fold em back like recline
She gone talk that cap like she ain’t f#ck the bros
Tell her i ain’t ever fall in love with hoes
Won’t ever sell out less we talking bout a show
And i won’t take advice from you if you’re broke
Get the f#ck up out my face, who you think you are
Get the f#ck up out this race you ain’t gone make it far
Don’t talk no sh#t, i walk that sh#t, i say this with my chest
Stay hating on the boy i know i am the f#cking best
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