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Styles P
Styles P
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Brady Watt
Brady Watt
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
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Brady Watt
Brady Watt
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You should know this Hahaha Really should Death before dishonor For all worries, even worries that are like Try me if you wanna (try me) D.B. Cooper, Miles Connor Reek of marijuana (reekin'), ah Heard they put a wire on ya Death before di-, death before dishonor On the day I die, know I planned the shit You can tell them niggas that the phantom ring Yeah, they call me Ghost, and I'm known to float Keep a zip and a half in the random lane Seen some random shit, let the cannon bang Super high, never land a plane (super high) No umbrella, I can stand the rain I don't pop no pills, I can stand the pain Pass the nick, pass the dime (pass) Pass the .9, pass the dub (pass) Yo, we super lit, gettin' super rich Gettin' super high up in the Astor Club Yo, what's good bro? What's goin' on, how you doin'? I'm good, 'bout to come over there What you got over there, that's some super pop? I got some super poppin' shit Let me slide with the Cognac Light it up for the insomniacs (light it) Where the zombies at? Where the crombie at? (Where y'all at?) A mafia, where the Dons be at? (Where?) Strain game, where's the strains? Fast money, where's the lanes? G'd up, don't plan to change Foreign land, don't plan to bang Foreign exchange, hope we playin' the same (no) I married my wife and I married the game Married chocolate and I married Jane I ain't 23, but I aired the game, Ghost (Ghost) Try me if you wanna (try me) D.B. Cooper, Miles Connor (ah) Reek of marijuana (reekin'), ah Heard they put a wire on ya Death before di-, death before dishonor Try me if you wanna (Ghost) I ran the gate like Miles Connor Reek of marijuana (reek), ah I heard they put a wire on ya Death before di-, death before dishonor (mm) Matter of fact, it's a matter of fact (it's a matter of fact) Ever cross me, get your bladder attacked Lung and face too, if I gotta face you I'ma be strapped up, that's a matter of fact (strapped) Feel the why, feel the watts (feel it) Pour the bar, feel the shots (feel it) New sweatsuit, you can feel the knots City love me, you can feel the blocks (they love me) Whites call me bro, Lance call me Preemo (bro) Bass and bars (Preemo), word to Preemo I'm a gangsta, word to Preemo (Gang Starr) Matter of fact, here's a call for Preemo I need the thump, had to thump Need to get money, I had the pump If you cross the line, I had to pump Name on the line, I had to dump Now I'm tryna teach like KRS (ah) That don't work, A-R next (A-R next) Wock' nigga, Ghost nigga (Ghost) Before dishonor, we'll pay in death, yeah Try me if you wanna D.B. Cooper, Miles Connor Reek of marijuana, ah Heard they put a wire on ya (ayy) Death before di-, death before dishonor (you know what it is) Try me if you wanna (try me) I ran the gate like Miles Connor Reek of marijuana (reek), ah Heard they put a wire on ya (ayy) Death before di-, death before dishonor Bass and bars (death before dishonor) Ghost (death before dishonor) Brady Watt (death before dishonor) Shouldn't even see anymore (death before di-, death before dishonor) You know what it is
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