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Ghost Rider - Sped Up
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ghost Rider - Sped Up was released on May 30, 2025 by brainkill as a part of the album Ghost Rider - EP
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Release DateMay 30, 2025
Labelbrainkill
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raymond Ramirez
Raymond Ramirez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Ramirez
Raymond Ramirez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raymond Ramirez
Raymond Ramirez
Producer

Lyrics

(Ding-a-lang-a-dong, ding-a-lang-a-dong, ding-a-lang-a-dong)
(That's the way we do it, boy)
(Bust a gap, make it snap, ding-a-lang-a-dong)
(Bust a gap, make it snap, that's the way we do it, boy)
(Ding-a-lang-a-dong, ding-a-lang-a-dong)
(That's the way we do it, boy)
(Bust a gap, make it snap, that's the way we do it, boy)
(Just a-break it, break it, just a-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, baby)
(Come on)
(That's the way we do it, boy)
(Bust a gap, make it snap, that's the way we do it, boy)
(Just a-break it, break it, just a-do-do-do-do-do-do, baby)
I'm the dog, stole your bitch, what the fuck you finna do?
I sent one of my shooters in to handle your whole crew, get a clue
I see the devil standing in the mirror every day
What the fuck I look like? Scared of you
Fuck, boy, get a grip, while I be grippin' all up in the Glock
Shawty be drippin' all up on my cock, feelin' like all my gotham shots
I'm a goddamn mac and you boys look like a wreck
I just fucked up on my bitch while I'm dubbin' to a check, yeah
20s, 50s, 100s, anything you'd imagine
It's just music, money, bitch, think of when I was trappin'
I'm a low-key southside, no good bandit
But I never crash, baby, off them drugs, I'm a jack
I'm a fuckin' rider, you a fuckin' hider
Creepin' while you sleepin', feelin' somethin' like a spider
No, you cannot see me, bitch, I'm like a ghost rider
Feel like the Ghost Rider
When I pull up, leave you under the tires, on fire
Yeah, I'm on some shit
Perky got me geekin', better watch yo' shit
Feelin' like O-Geezy, I just put up with that musty
Shawty wanna fuck me, let her know she disgusting
Walk up with that pack, we ain't friends, you a custie
You don't wanna cross me, run away if you lucky
I'ma be the best until the day I'm in a grave
'Til death do us part, but in death I'll be saved, yeah
Written by: Raymond Ramirez
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