Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GhostFace, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 15.07.2018
Song language: English
GhostFace |
| Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a Friday night |
| Or at the Emmy’s, Bentley’s, Roll Royce, all white |
| Fresh kicks, star studded up |
| A ounce of Gertest to hold me til them Theodore and Deini’s roll up |
| Soak my hands in olive oil, loyal to each, Diamond |
| Shoot out the clock while I’m killin' timin' |
| Eight-mill just to resign me |
| My bitches go crazy and pull they hair out when they can’t find me |
| It’s like, all he say. |
| Mr., Mr., D. J |
| Bring it back like an instant replay |
| Please, get these wack records off of me |
| I can’t breath, ashtma pump so I could stop the weez |
| It’s like they love garbage (yeah), for God’s sake, I’m the real artist |
| Hear they songs, I’m niggas father’s |
| Under my wing like Sanford and Son |
| Weird sons, I’m a big gun, like Big Pun, Big L and Jason |
| I’m like a green and white kickball, I bounce |
| Spin off walls and cars, the Wizard of Clarks, Tony Oz |
| In the third grade, I bagged Penny |
| Well Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned like many |
| Now Daddy’s blowin' 'sherm and Remi |
| On the road told the bus to pullover so I can shit in Denny’s |
| This is Tone-Tana, spangled banded with four hammers |
| Bangles get tangled and they cause manners |
| Money, don’t stop, get it, get it, I’m not finished with it |
| Menaced out, tell your click that Dennis did it |
| Rock them boats and I copped them ropes |
| Resurging the mics, I deal with only knives and throats |
| Hold my tongue around fake niggas |
| Look at 'em sideways and pull my trees |
| Ask me to hit it, I’m like, Nigga Please, fuck outta here! |
| Fuck war with niggas, facin' me, fuckas, step up the gear |
| Ghost dough and spend it though |
| Plus got the pen exposed |
| Countin' mad money and sheep, god damn |
| Take a look at the radio, shit soundin' shady, yo |
| Everything I’m hearin' is weak |
| We got them long biscuits, long clip shit |
| Run for the hills and re-charge your shit |
| Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don! |
| The dopest, flyest, O.G., pimp, hustler |
| Gangsta, playa, hardcore muthafucka living today… |