Lyrics Back up in the motherfucking cut Young GHOSTE OT With them all gold teeth Talk a lot of shit but you're sucking my dick Lowkey Straight bumping my tape til you sleep All I really do is meditate till I make it to the plane Solo, stay away from me I don't need a motherfucker tellin' me shit bout shit Been alone since 17 Tell me to get out the shit I be spitting that's been done before I don't see competition so I keep on depicting they cuppin' they nuts Big buck teeth like a young King Tut Schema the posse I put it on my stone in a cemetery whether you bury me or scatter my ashes You a punk bitch If you ain't down with the K-R-double E-P like all of the masses, hoe [Bridge: Wavy Jone$] Pussy boy don't want beef Pussy boy, pussy boy ain't bout shit but that pussy boy always go'n ask you for more Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know me Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know GHOSTE Oh [Verse 2: Wavy Jone$] I'm scheming your hoe I'm deep in her throat You wifing that bitch well I piped her for show and I pull up on stunt Smoking on some Come on the nun Lace my blow with a bump then I stare at the sun Loaded my gun My mind feeling numb Think my time it has come I inspire it; my use, sick and tired of the truth Left my soul separated Required a proof Reincarnate the curse I'm shackled to dust The product of sin, ain't no God I can trust (Bitch) [Hook: GHOSTEMANE] Tanqueray up in my system Got me on some devil shit My eyes are bloodshot red I'm hearing voices in my fucking head Tanqueray up in my system Got me on some devil shit My eyes are bloodshot red I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
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Lyrics
Back up in the motherfucking cut
Young GHOSTE OT
With them all gold teeth
Talk a lot of shit but you're sucking my dick
Lowkey
Straight bumping my tape til you sleep
All I really do is meditate till I make it to the plane
Solo, stay away from me
I don't need a motherfucker tellin' me shit bout shit
Been alone since 17
Tell me to get out the shit I be
spitting that's been done before
I don't see competition so I keep on depicting they cuppin' they nuts
Big buck teeth like a young King Tut
Schema the posse
I put it on my stone in a cemetery whether you bury me or scatter my ashes
You a punk bitch
If you ain't down with the K-R-double E-P like all of the masses, hoe
[Bridge: Wavy Jone$]
Pussy boy don't want beef
Pussy boy, pussy boy ain't bout shit but that pussy boy always go'n ask you for more
Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know me
Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know GHOSTE
Oh
[Verse 2: Wavy Jone$]
I'm scheming your hoe
I'm deep in her throat
You wifing that bitch well I piped her for show
and I pull up on stunt
Smoking on some
Come on the nun
Lace my blow with a bump then I stare at the sun
Loaded my gun
My mind feeling numb
Think my time it has come
I inspire it; my use, sick and tired of the truth
Left my soul separated
Required a proof
Reincarnate the curse
I'm shackled to dust
The product of sin, ain't no God I can trust
(Bitch)
[Hook: GHOSTEMANE]
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
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