Ghost Deini chords by Ghostface
Intro 1
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Yo,
Verse 1
summer time holding the nine,
split the Vega in half
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Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass
Bank stopping, hide your rocks,
hydraulic
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The kid with the most knowledge
will obtain to touch top dollars
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Hold me down, hand me my cake,
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dusty, bake, activate
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Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake or maybe like ten
thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent,
now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold
Signs from the most high causes
me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking?
You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost
Deini might be dead?
Never, impossible,
pull out black burners like tonsils
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Two Gallants, hitting if we got to
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Busting at y'all niggas daily
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Wall to wall, Hawkins
Sucking your teeth cause
God chain- talking
Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations
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spoken through rap
Veloured down like the sheik of Iran
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Gasoline CREAM wrapped
in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis,
it's me against housing
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Extraordinary pro- black,
sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks,
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Apollo rap Fredick Douglas
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You know what? Ayo, fuck this
Ayo, how can I move the crowd?
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First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions,
put it together
It's simple ain't it?
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Well, quite clever
Verse 2
Marvin, Marvin,
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you were a friend of mine
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You stood for somethin',
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ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how
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we miss you so
We want y'all both to know
We really love you so
Verse 3
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Ayo, I'm Gucci down
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Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long four- pound
Ask niggas how I get down
Don't speak much,
deluxe plush imaginations
Hold a note like Willie Hutch
You might've bumped into
me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks,
gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious,
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knowledge by 2% triple geese
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Come on, we juggle mic's
Three Card Molly,
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amps advance to the final
Show these niggas how
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the way we dance
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Hot night, Jamaica
Came through in a booger green
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'68 Pacer
Mad paper, high as a fuck
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Truck, two rappers got stuck that night
I ain't saying no names, they know who,
thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve,
Cali weed
Thirty seconds til we tear and decease
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Quick, call all my seeds dipped
in the crowd
The ho spotted me,
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he knew not to call my name out
He walked off softly, we exactly
Formed like Christ and the disciples
Black fatigues,
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lethal- faced dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shit shook
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Your favorite rappers dropping
they drinks
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On the low tucking they links
We made eighty off the books
Verse 4
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One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect
With metaphors that keep
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me out the Project
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Rap connects'll keep me correct
Ayo, I wrote this on Donnie roof
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After his funeral, on one knee
Thinking his killer's following me
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So to my nigga Donnie, up there
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Can you please tell God that
we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obstacles,
it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning,
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some say it's our fault
If that's the answer,
you know smoking cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet,
leave a chain behind
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My tape stay at the be ginning cause
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that's how they rewind
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Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine,
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and we don't drink wine
If you don't bring me some motherfucking cognac,
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I kill you
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I can't feel you
Ain't in my senses,
and you ain't in my dollars
I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes,
no collars
Brolic scholars,
Outro 1
that's Ghost Deini
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Ghost Deini
Ghostface
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