Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghoulish, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 18.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghoulish |
| Fuck pusha t and anybody that love him |
| His head up his ass, I’mma have to head-butt him |
| Gut him, lil tunechi shit, weak stomach |
| It’s me, lt, like when you heat butter |
| Old pussy in a can, red is the flag |
| Fuck with me wrong I’ll put your head in your hands |
| There’d be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere |
| I’mma alien, I hope you ain’t the prince of bel air |
| That’s real nigga talk, these niggas speechless |
| Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features |
| Hammer on my side like I work in construction |
| Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions |
| Niggas can’t see me, not even a glimpse |
| Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps |
| South beach bitch and I tan line stupid |
| You could find me on collins like bootsy |
| I ain’t on no fuck shit, I be on that truk fit |
| Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six |
| All I ever see is ben franklin face |
| I chase the bank, I don’t bank with chase |
| You fuckin’with some niggas that’ll murk y’all |
| Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin’nerf ball |
| Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy? |
| He was talkin’shit, we put a clap into that boy |
| Tunechi! |