Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Ghost, artist - Starting SixDate of issue: 20.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Ghost |
| It’s J12, the dj that is, starting 6, on your bitch |
| Ah, tpe, saucy in this thang |
| Turn up, the bay is back |
| (Get Ghost) (Get Ghost) |
| You can call me getting ghost, I swear you can’t see me |
| Puffin on a big ass blunt full of sea weed |
| Mama on deck, got her waiting for the text |
| My late night thing, gotta love her for the neck |
| Riding round town, hella high down the 80 |
| Slap that shit, watch your girls go crazy |
| It’s not what it is man, it’s really what it do |
| It’s a party, it’s a party, whole team coming through |
| You can call me getting ghost |
| And I’m feeling like casper, yeah there’s 50 hollows in the back |
| Never act up |
| Plus I’m freshing up, light a blunt and I’m phantom |
| Call me Patrick Swayze, I’m an ace baby |
| What’s happening, what’s packing |
| I’m just ghosting, yoke in the whip, blow a smoke |
| Looking toasted |
| Smoother than the smoothest, colder than the coolest |
| Never see me twice, stay mark, keep it moving |
| Get ghost, you move too slow, I’m invisible |
| Bitch I thought you knew |
| Tell em, get ghost, get ghost, get ghost |
| Get ghost, get ghost, get ghost |
| Argh, I’m a life between, hoes following me |
| I just tell em get ghost like halloween |
| Tell em, get ghost, get ghost, get ghost |
| Get ghost, get ghost, get ghost |
| Dala 45 ain’t fast enough, 4 new cars keep adding up |
| Just coped no trade in, no deal living like I made it |
| 1000, what the fuck is that? |
| I made that yesterhour |
| Think I’m sellin product, 4 crossing on a beat |
| They turn it up louder |
| Team banging motto hollow tips for them cowards |
| Prada & BVC and some Louis, my whole wardrobe is a movie |
| Never skip a doobie, put the molly in the champagne |
| And watch it do the foolie |
| Slow down, making a mess, tearing up the streets in my brand new vet |
| Free my nigga PS, the original driver, yeah |
| But I got next |
| Ah, I’m a bay boy, with a double |
| I only fuck with bad twins, give me double |
| If you ain’t footballing I’ma fumble you |
| If you don’t get that mula, with me cover’s blown |
| She a freak yeah, freak for the freaking nature |
| Your man mad you freak here freaking head |
| Pop out cause when I’m popular, I’am pop you later |
| If she ain’t with the Schwarzenegger |
| Then I’mma terminate her |
| Black money, black money yeah Obama wins |
| My shirts cost more than your mama get |
| I’m looking like a compliment |
| While you, you lookin like the opposite |
| Ah, get ghost like after hours |
| I get your girlfriend wet even after showers |
| Might fuck her even after powers |
| I fuck her hour until she British bitch I’m Austin Powers |
| I’m with the 6, ho you better get |
| Ghost, giving them haters goose bumps with my cold flows |
| We in the traffic, with the doors, open swanging |
| Getting her wet and banging |
| And the hoes line up when I ride through the |
| Eyes hella low and I ain’t talking bout Chinese |
| Finna walk on the game, watch my shoes break the concrete |
| Finna hit hard, real hard like boxing |
| Speakers turnt doing donuts in your residence |
| Black tenants, I be riding like the president |
| And she really nasty than every nigga I know can hit |
| Smash it than I vanish, 50 soldiers like a magic trick |
| You can get a couple of friends, and y’all can fuck with us |
| And you can get the fuck out the hotel and catch the bus |
| I put it on ya, then shot glasses pass to the corner |
| Then come back round it’s like karma |