Brand new coat
In a four by four
Flex big muscle
F*ck that nympho
I don't want your hoe
Like no no no
Woah woah woah
Pack ten cones now I think I can see the Holy Ghost
Pour the tec, Leaning like I'm Michael Jackson
That bitch wet, she salad I got the dressing
Boba Fett, eat her up like the Sarlacc Pit
Choke on that, you sad I'm on the tarmac bitch
Walk with a Fendi bag on me, 250k on me
Say you strapped but you shoot BB's
Boutta splurge in the QVB
Tank top and she got DD's
Her box saying please eat me
Sherlock how I got VV's
Difference is they belong to me
Give me head, give me dome Mysterio
Bad to the bone with a bag of blow
She a bad Redbone boutta blow my load
Call me Capricorn cause I'm the goat
Boutta pop like corn no caramel
Can't f*ck a fat bitch that's paramount
Groupie bitch with her fat pair out
Brand new whip go fast per hour
Yeah, gems on my feet
Gas make me wheeze
Play that bitch like she a Wii
I'm a cold motherf*cker call me Mr Freeze
Pour the prometh up in my drink
That bitch tippy toe step cause I made her cheat
Pick my nose and eat, boogers on my teeth
McLaren and the Beam bought them both in a week
She wanted a pic, that ended with dick
I'm a capitalist, f*ck sharing this shit
That boy a Jit, only spend a hundred on his fit
Walk with a cool mill, breeze past he ain't ever seen stacks this big
Brand new coat
In a four by four
Flex big muscle
F*ck that nympho
I don't want your hoe
Like no no no
Woah woah woah
Pack ten cones now I think I can see the Holy Ghost
Pour the tec, Leaning like I'm Michael Jackson
That bitch wet, she salad I got the dressing
Boba Fett, eat her up like the Sarlacc Pit
Choke on that, you sad I'm on the tarmac bitch
Kappa - Holy Ghost Lyrics
Kappa - Holy Ghost Lyrics
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Brand new coat
In a four by four
Flex big muscle
F*ck that nympho
I don't want your hoe
Like no no no
Woah woah woah
Pack ten cones now I think I can see the Holy Ghost
Pour the tec, Leaning like I'm Michael Jackson
That bitch wet, she salad I got the dressing
Boba Fett, eat her up like the Sarlacc Pit
Choke on that, you sad I'm on the tarmac bitch
Walk with a Fendi bag on me, 250k on me
Say you strapped but you shoot BB's
Boutta splurge in the QVB
Tank top and she got DD's
Her box saying please eat me
Sherlock how I got VV's
Difference is they belong to me
Give me head, give me dome Mysterio
Bad to the bone with a bag of blow
She a bad Redbone boutta blow my load
Call me Capricorn cause I'm the goat
Boutta pop like corn no caramel
Can't f*ck a fat bitch that's paramount
Groupie bitch with her fat pair out
Brand new whip go fast per hour
Yeah, gems on my feet
Gas make me wheeze
Play that bitch like she a Wii
I'm a cold motherf*cker call me Mr Freeze
Pour the prometh up in my drink
That bitch tippy toe step cause I made her cheat
Pick my nose and eat, boogers on my teeth
McLaren and the Beam bought them both in a week
She wanted a pic, that ended with dick
I'm a capitalist, f*ck sharing this shit
That boy a Jit, only spend a hundred on his fit
Walk with a cool mill, breeze past he ain't ever seen stacks this big
Brand new coat
In a four by four
Flex big muscle
F*ck that nympho
I don't want your hoe
Like no no no
Woah woah woah
Pack ten cones now I think I can see the Holy Ghost
Pour the tec, Leaning like I'm Michael Jackson
That bitch wet, she salad I got the dressing
Boba Fett, eat her up like the Sarlacc Pit
Choke on that, you sad I'm on the tarmac bitch
In a four by four
Flex big muscle
F*ck that nympho
I don't want your hoe
Like no no no
Woah woah woah
Pack ten cones now I think I can see the Holy Ghost
Pour the tec, Leaning like I'm Michael Jackson
That bitch wet, she salad I got the dressing
Boba Fett, eat her up like the Sarlacc Pit
Choke on that, you sad I'm on the tarmac bitch
Walk with a Fendi bag on me, 250k on me
Say you strapped but you shoot BB's
Boutta splurge in the QVB
Tank top and she got DD's
Her box saying please eat me
Sherlock how I got VV's
Difference is they belong to me
Give me head, give me dome Mysterio
Bad to the bone with a bag of blow
She a bad Redbone boutta blow my load
Call me Capricorn cause I'm the goat
Boutta pop like corn no caramel
Can't f*ck a fat bitch that's paramount
Groupie bitch with her fat pair out
Brand new whip go fast per hour
Yeah, gems on my feet
Gas make me wheeze
Play that bitch like she a Wii
I'm a cold motherf*cker call me Mr Freeze
Pour the prometh up in my drink
That bitch tippy toe step cause I made her cheat
Pick my nose and eat, boogers on my teeth
McLaren and the Beam bought them both in a week
She wanted a pic, that ended with dick
I'm a capitalist, f*ck sharing this shit
That boy a Jit, only spend a hundred on his fit
Walk with a cool mill, breeze past he ain't ever seen stacks this big
Brand new coat
In a four by four
Flex big muscle
F*ck that nympho
I don't want your hoe
Like no no no
Woah woah woah
Pack ten cones now I think I can see the Holy Ghost
Pour the tec, Leaning like I'm Michael Jackson
That bitch wet, she salad I got the dressing
Boba Fett, eat her up like the Sarlacc Pit
Choke on that, you sad I'm on the tarmac bitch
Writer: Kaide Fotheringham
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid