Topsongs van Spaghetti Ghost
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Achor
Songwriter
Songteksten
Step on the gas let's go
One stop at the petrol station
Man fill up the gas to full
April fools bro can't take dem man for a fool
Uni days dishing out packs n tools
She don't wanna be my lady oh shit is cool
Being in the field all day we hustlin' till it's noon
Pick up the phone and wear dem rings
Bro tryna find da bride n groom
Been in the school with pots n pans not tryna learn kung fu
Clean up the table bro bring out the fork n spoon
Fill up the mash and zoom load up the shock n cock it
Cock it camp over there n stalk him stalk him jump in
The car n park it park it perfect the aim n blast them
Corn him running so fast like hedgy sonic dashing d packs
Like packs n portions early in the morning it's sunny sunny
Dem man look so phonie corny
This task have been a heavy burden
Not gonna keep on playing games so why dem man keep lyin
Lying bring me paper I will sign it try me
Not tryna hear man crying there
Spot me an opp and line him bine him
Coupla man stay skimming preein'
I'm tryna make a living living
All my homies gon get it get it coupla f we spending spending
Gonna bring extendo the clip in firing shots at anyone creepin
Sound gonna wake my neighbor sleeping
Bro said he a player but he ain't scoring no goals
Got too much ice woulda thought we chilling at the north pole
Not like the church when they say he's spilling enough nouf souls
Writer(s): Joshua Achor
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