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liveraw gbt - holy ghost كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ishaan the rit god]

i’m having a wedding at saks fifth
i’m ready to ball like a draft pick
my foot in the dirt like a casket
i’m bouta go chase me a bag b_tch
dripping and dipping in fashion
poppin them tags with a passion
bussin them runtz out the plastic
it’s louder than samuel l. jackson
knot getting thick like the ass on a stripper
call me kawhi cuz i stay with that clipper
money stay green like a lizard
this b_tch so cold, her mama gave birth in a blizzard
making them bands in the winter
grab me some woods, i need some gelato and scissors
bouta go dip with yo honey
winnie the pooh, she bounce on her tail like she tigger
fight for the cash and the bags on the flo
standing it up likе i’m g.i joe
i talk biz, that’s ceo
these n_ggas fakе like cb4
laughing at these n_ggas while i burn that pack
chopstick make a n_gga duck like quack
drunk in the club breaking glass like shaq
talk to a opp, get chopped like crack
[hook: ishaan]

in here popping bottles, on god i gotta make a toast
b_tch i feel like kobe, i slam on n_ggas coast to coast
she f_ck me for the bundles, i swear these b_tches do the most
glory, thank you jesus cause this check gave me the holy ghost
in here popping bottles, on god i gotta make a toast
b_tch i feel like kobe, i slam on n_ggas coast to coast
she f_ck me for the bundles, i swear these b_tches do the most
glory, thank you jesus cause this check gave me the holy ghost

[verse 2: detroit l_o]

these n_ggas don’t listen to liveraw
cuz they riding round to that pill popping, lean sipping, jigsaw
clown looking n_ggas that can easily get peeled off
by the lyrical juggernauts, i’m too real dawg
fat n_ggas with tight jeans, they look like m_ffin tops
f_ck a gun, yo belt buckle is what’s about to pop
these n_ggas fruity like daiquiris
more bars like a kit kat factory, these n_ggas raps not satisfactory
fully charged, these n_ggas need batteries
ps4 controller to these microsoft n_ggas, now they mad at me
another casualty, they don’t call me for features cuz they can’t mash with me
no b_tches allowed up in this faculty, it’s sad to see
another b_tch that’s really mad at me
back then she wouldn’t blow my trumpet, now she wanna play jazz with me
happily loaded up with music, no one’s passing me
tryna cook an album in a day, but you too assity
spending hours on a song, that’s a f_cking tragedy
don’t give a f_ck about the hate or any beef you had with me
incompetent sack of sh_t, interfering with stacking grip
streets embraced you after you snitched
i thought that was some odd sh_t
i can give a f_ck about yo 16 cars
yo favorite rapper can’t even write more than 16 bars
rap ain’t even rap no more
used to be hip_hop, bro it’s barely even that no more
don’t know bout you but i can’t really take this cr_p no more
besides me, i think no one gives a f_ck, i’m coming back for sure
so keep the man buns, braids with fades and tight denim
that’s flaw, i’m in my own world living raw
[hook: ishaan]

- liveraw gbt

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