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lirik lagu elvis presley – baby ghost (mi)

[intro: rmc mike]
they said it couldn’t be done
they said we could never make it (b*tch, haha)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
i’m the king of rock and roll like i’m elvis presley
i was sellin’ scooby doo ’cause velma s*xy
i ain’t gotta say a word, you can tell i’m ready
keepin’ everything legit, bro sell the fetty
every day, i keep a stick like a rock band
caught his ass in every angle, left him boxed in
add another forty to the price, this b*tch a drop*head
dropped a perc’ in my lean cup and watched the pop fizz
took the 40 out to test, this a pop quiz
b*tch, i ain’t stayin’ for that long, i just poppеd in
my monte carlo left a scat pack and i’m on stock rims
reach back for thе extended mag, this b*tch a glock 10

[verse 2: baby ghost]
n*gga try to reach for this chain, we gon’ pop his hand
chase a n*gga down with the glock, then pop his mans
i just put a fully on a nickel, this b*tch not gon’ jam
b*tch, i caught a body at the store just to do it on cam
n*gga, we some motherf*ckin’ pits
run up on a n*gga broad day and leave him in the whip
heard they put some money on my head, i don’t give a f*ck, though
if we catch an opp and can’t k!ll him, he gettin’ stomped on
n*gga, i’ma shoot through the hoodie, a n*gga never catch me down bad
i bet a n*gga die if me and jp get up on his ass
i been tryna keep my cool, n*gga, don’t make me mad
pull up on them n*ggas with them switches and put ’em on they ass
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
pockets full of blues and all fifties, lookin’ like the flag
pull up whoopin’ n*ggas with the switchy, lookin’ like they dad
i think i need an extra mag, this b*tch shoot too fast
n*gga tried to run from me and ghost, got hit up in his back
turned into a snap, he had a fitted, i hit him in his hat
told bro to cherish all your n*ggas, ’cause you can’t get ’em back
put a k!llswitch up on this charger so we can’t get the scat
since a n*gga wanna waste my time, put his sh*t on flat
n*gga, if i can’t drive, you can’t either
bake a n*gga with the draco, call that b*tch anita
n*gga used to be a hothead, i guess that was a fever
i know a white boy, he be cuttin’ eighths like he makin’ pizza

[outro: babyfxce e]
sheesh

- baby ghost mi

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