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SHIBUYA (GHOST II)

Christian Richhuatong
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I just got a Harley to crash (danger)

I got Off-White on the mask (white)

I need to switch to the Model X (X X X)

The Masi' just ran out of gas (oh)

She want vegan sofu (yeah)

I told her to eat her this tofu (yeah)

In the club reading CNN (why?)

All of these b**s is old news

Skateboarding in Shibuya (oh)

Tatted up like your cruiser (oh)

Team Jordans, you a loser (oh)

Eating p**y in the Uber (why?)

I can't help but I'm nasty (nasty)

I need to pull up on Vashtie

I was young when I met her (yeah)

Now I'm grown, come smash me (smash)

Anti-social in my section with my sad b**s (shit)

Damn, I hate the club but I love the bad b**s

No brand names (none in three)

I make all my clothes (Punks)

I brought Jaden out in 2015, now he sell out shows (days)

I ain't no sell out though (nah)

I'm selling out merch' like dope (dope)

And I comerc' that s**t on me, I put that on my soul (South side)

Play this s**t in the club for me, for me, for me (for me)

'Cause if you in there, then I'll be the one that you never see like Trees

Lemme go put up my cleats, the way that I get up and run through the streets (streets)

Perri like bon apetit

They saw us and went to go call the police, yeah damn

Just p**a hydrogen whip on the leash

Yeah, I'm tryna make sure that I leave a good will for my niece

Hey, that's just me (that's just me)

We don't need you on the team, we pay too many fees (Pay too many fees)

They told me travel light when you going overseas (oh, oh)

It's just one night, I'ma bring the whole fleet with me (let's go, let's go)

Play this s**t in the club for me, for me, for me (for me)

If you in there, I'll be the one that you never see, I'm ghost (look)

Ain't been sleeping, it's the third day

I don't got a second in the first place

Ain't no second chances in my birth place

You can't p**a phoenix in the bird cage

It's the Hermes, twice great

God body with the word play

I ain't even talking church bread

But the blessings came on the cursed days (yo)

Rappers lying like the first date, thirsty

Baby, you should get your curve straight

I'm the richest, she at work late

And you ain't even get to third base

Run home, run home

Blocking numbers in my phone (oh)

I don't know you unknowns (I don't)

She don't even know the real you

Telling people that we still cool

Pull up on you with the tray and I ain't talking jail, fool

Play it real cool, hey

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

P**a couple bands on it (yeah)

Just imagine what a mil' do

Bullets shout for count

Don't get caught up in the mildew

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool (oh)

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

Play it, play it, play it, play it real cool

Play this s**t in the club for, uh

If you in there, ah

N**a, I'm ghost

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