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Ghosty Life's all good, that's timing I had to wait patiently Back then I was riding like Viking Fifteen inch was a blade on me I know they hate to see me make this P So they hate on me Just sent young boy up to country Tell the cats dem, wait on me Just wait, I'm coming The food is going Cah the animals keep on coming Seen feds, I'm blowing And if I'm on foot, I won't stop running Bad B want a piece of me I hit her with D, she won't stop cumming Money just called, I'm coming The wave's incoming Just wait, it's coming Try turn on in my spot Tell young boy, bun him Need to reload, like, come, let's roll M way, man's bunning Run to the bag, I'm running Letras de cancionesMoney just called, I'm coming Stuck in my ways, can't help it Back then I felt helpless Now I get gwop from rock like Elvis Big ZK on my pelvis Z's of the green and white like Celtic Lines get drawn like felt tips Selfless, man share wealth, not selfish Couple man didn't wanna hear them Boy, they felt it Fish in the pot, man melt it Boil it water, it's comin' like shellfish Up in the pot, boil, just drop Whip it and let that lock up Tell her to carry this four and a baby I call that a knock up Changin' phones Cah Davy Jones ain't tryna get sent to the locker Cats dem call for deals That's twelve for a bills, that's special offer Runner just doing up laps He should've got gold when he lost them coppers They call 'cause I got good product Sent out a text and open a zoo Tell animals, anytime they holla Just wait, I'm coming The food is going Cah the animals keep on coming Seen feds, I'm blowing And if I'm on foot, I won't stop running Bad B want a piece of me I hit her with D, she won't stop cumming Money just called, I'm coming The wave's incoming Just wait, it's coming Try turn on in my spot Tell young boy, bun him Need to reload, like, come, let's roll M way, man's bunning Run to the bag, I'm running Money just called, I'm coming Phone up young boy, show him the pattern Now he's got packs in arse Shoot like Myles, I'm good with a canon With this wap, man's way too suave I'm doing up miles or ten toes trappin' Either way, I'ma off this hard These rappers are sayin' no cappin' Talkin' wass while they sit in their yard No cap, no cap, they ain't got no cats So how are they trappin'? My juggers are artists, abstract And van Gogh couldn't paint this pattern If I slide 'round there when I grab that Paint man red with that brush, all splattered No phone in the ride And if I get grabbed, I don't know what happened But I know what matters Just found a new plug Buy it or stain, I go with the latter Man ride with intent, man's clappin' Intent to supply, that's mazza Still, this fish gets battered Young G just wanna score points like Hazard I'm getting too old like Trafford Try run with the pack, you're mad And I told bro he was shady like Mathers Went to his mums on mazza Mad sweets for the door, no wrappers In the traphouse with addicts That's hella mathematics Whippin' up coke, that's science Can't tell you where the lab is Life's all good, that's timing I had to wait patiently Back then I was riding like Viking Fifteen inch was a blade on me I know they hate to see me make this P So they hate on me Just sent young boy up to country Tell the cats dem, wait on me Just wait, I'm coming The food is going Cah the animals keep on coming Seen feds, I'm blowing And if I'm on foot, I won't stop running Bad B want a piece of me I hit her with D, she won't stop cumming Money just called, I'm coming The wave's incoming Just wait, it's coming Try turn on in my spot Tell young boy, bun him Need to reload, like, come, let's roll M way, man's bunning Run to the bag, I'm running Money just called, I'm coming From Letras Mania