We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's

But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones

Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news

So look in my eyes, what will you leave behind once you've gone? (so precious) You got what you came for now I think its time to move on (when will you say) But these ghosts come alive like water and wine To them these streets belong My hands are soaking

I got the ghost, get ghost, is scarin’ you the most I think the ghost, the ghost, is scarin’ you the most I got the ghost That spirit you harbor in your bones Life is what you fear the most, but don’t forget you’re Don’t forget ghost Who you gonna call

They're waiting for the sun to go down You've got bones in your closet You've got ghosts in your town Ain't no doubt, dear, They're gonna come out You can't hide from your demons Feel them all lurking around You're runnin' scared cause You know they're

Yeah, I know it's a good life But I gotta keep moving Fall asleep in a comfort of nest The room is yellow and the windows are deadest white I smell the ghost of your dinner And the space heat is going like a miniature gate to hell I hear the dogs as I

Welcome to the breakdown Welcome to the end of the road Like a ghost haunts from beyond the grave This is a breakdown And we've got nowhere else to go We'll be standing here holding our ground, come what may We've got nowhere else to go All hail, the

(They tryna blackball me) They tryna blackball me, they say I get too much money They want my name from me because they know what it do They say I'm A-Rod, n****, cause I got the juice They tryna blackball me, went and bought a Ghost as a coupe Soon as I

We gotta fight This is a war cry (this is a war cry) This is a spiritual warfare, a spiritual Devil you can't have my soul I belong to God and I'm fighting you off With the power of the Holy Ghost This is a war cry (war cry) (Devil you can't have my