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GHOST Lyrics by Jack Harlow Jack Harlow
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Gangsta
Gangsta Grillz
I know that we got it, I might even guarantee it
When she tie me up, it turn me right into a paraplegic
Pair of shoes that got the NB on 'em, make you stare and see 'em
We ain't paying for 'em, nah, you oughta know I'm wearing free ones
When you ghosting me, I gotta know is there a reason
It was so abrupt, I kind of had to think that there would be one
Conversations out of state, they asking where are we from
I don't care about ya, I got me a chick that's Caribbean
She want me to serenade her, but you know I'm bashful
I got all the whipper-snappers and the little rascals
Turnt up off the way we drippin' with Tabasco
Old friends inquiring about the cash flow
Okay, this kush here in the gaseous state
I can't hit it, if I do I might pass away
These boys fake, please quit with the masquerade
Shit, I hear what the pastors sayin'
I could prolly use a fresh start, out the window of the TARC
I'm reflectin' on life through Cherokee Park
Thinkin' bout life through Cherokee Park
I know that we got it, I might even guarantee it
When she tie me up, it turn me right into a paraplegic
Pair of shoes that got the NB on 'em, make you stare and see 'em
We ain't paying for 'em, nah, you oughta know I'm wearing free ones
When you ghosting me, I gotta know is there a reason
It was so abrupt, I kind of had to think that there would be one
Conversations out of state, they asking where are we from
I don't care about ya, I got me a chick that's Caribbean
It's a push start, I ain't gotta put the key in
Whip it real nice like a good human being
24 East, I'm in Chattanooga TN
Yeah the barbecue Korean and my shorty muy bien
We just went from dive bars to The Colosseum
Man he's a try hard, wouldn't wanna be him
BG I'm the GM, go 'head copyright it, TM
Go 'head copyright it
Nah we don't wanna say too much
We ain't take her from you, no, she came to us
Ain't no steak dinner, but we made through brunch
2for on the beat, know he came through clutch
I know that we got it, I might even guarantee it
When she tie me up, it turn me right into a paraplegic
Pair of shoes that got the NB on 'em, make you stare and see 'em
We ain't paying for 'em, nah, you oughta know I'm wearing free ones
When you ghosting me, I gotta know is there a reason
It was so abrupt, I kind of had to think that there would be one
Conversations out of state, they asking where are we from
I don't care about ya, I got me a chick that's Caribbean
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