| Ghosty
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| I’ma get you high today 'cause it’s Friday
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| You ain’t got no job and you ain’t got shit to do
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| On a Friday, shit gets smokey
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| Whip yola, I’m using ice cubes (Craig)
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| We were them boys in the hood
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| Went from trappin' to being on iTunes (Ricky)
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| I ain’t a baby boy no more
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| Make the young boys do it on typhoons (More)
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| Tryna get paid in full and rake it all
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| Splash man, no virals (Ching)
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| Went on a move with bro
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| For some crow, so I brought it (Brought it)
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| The move went wrong tryna hit that belly
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| So man had to abort it (Abort it)
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| Pack come fat like Rasputia
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| Freeze like Medusa, I left like Norbit
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| Gyal sink in your back at your bit
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| Don’t like talkin', B, I won’t force it
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| Sparks in the air like Jordan
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| Do it on my ones, I don’t need no forces (No)
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| GCSE in the streets
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| Class A-level high, no courses
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| Blast his pole that’s casket closed
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| I’ma laugh at them fools and horses
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| Forward do it, no pauses
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| White flash, no cam or torches
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| I ain’t tryna cause up a fuss or cuss but I see you S two times
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| Just spell it, you won’t understand them lines
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| Young boy in the pub and he’s givin' out tickets
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| But he ain’t issuing fines (No)
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| You can’t intercept this con
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| He’s in his prime, I’ll do it and sign it (Sign that)
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| Stepped to the A on my J, in Armani, I’m still takin' risk (Take it)
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| Made man bow on the mains
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| It’s true my religion but I’ll never snitch (Never)
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| He was tryna act all hardy
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| Lick him in his head, now he ain’t on shit (Wagwan now?)
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| I ain’t ever owned a Ferrari
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| Only the one that’s stamped on a brick (Yola)
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| I ain’t cars that’s doing collisions
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| Corn from the Smith’n that’s doing up crash (Blaa)
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| Can’t lie, I’m a deadbeat dad
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| Rise that baby, done it and dash (Skrr)
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| He said he’s on eye like lash
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| Next ting, I was in the bin like trash
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| This .40 ain’t got a whistle, I use a potato to shh that mash (Shh)
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| Double back and double tap, I live up to my name (Bow)
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| This double tap got aim (Move)
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| The package came in bubble wrap I double wrap the 'caine (Wrap it)
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| Double back and double tap, I live up to my name (Tap it)
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| You and I are not the same (No)
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| The po-po know I fly them so they follow me in plain (Fuck them)
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| They kicked us out of unit, I put G up in this game (Gang)
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| Double tap or Digga D, they call me Shotty Shane
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| Shot, shot, they call me Shotty Shane (Move)
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| Double tap or Shotty Shane, I live up to my name (Gang)
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| Shot, shot, they call me Shotty Shane
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| Double tap or Shotty Shane, I live up to my name |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shotty Shane , by - Digga D. Song from the album Double Tap Diaries, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп