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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ghost Y
Songwriter
Lyrics
Fucking bastard
Call me master
I grab my glock and fucking test her
I barely missed her
So call me Mister Pussy Plaster
I ain't a Pastor
I make it rain all wet forecaster
Call me headmaster
Oh wait fuck it
Mask up
Task force
Gonna fucking light your ass up
You stupid fuck
Maybe next time keep your mouth shut
Out of luck pussy fuck
Maybe next time back up
Out of luck pussy fuck
Maybe next time
Mask up
Task force
Gonna fucking light your ass up
Stupid fuck
Maybe next time keep your mouth shut
Out of luck pussy fuck
Maybe next time back up
Out of luck pussy fuck
Maybe next time
Body bag
In the back pop the trunk
Then we drive away
Keep on talking hot
Guess you wanna fucking die today
Pull up to the spot
Cock it back
And then we blast away
Leave his body floating
In the water like a castaway
Pop the top of Chardonnay
Like shawty bae
Ima put a bag up on your head
And hold it up display
Keep on talking
All up on the internet
Stop that horseplay
Before I fucking stomp you out
Cmon lil bro let's catch this fade
Welcome lil motherfucker
To the floating heaven gates
Cause you six feet under
And now it's time to call your mother
So whats her number
I guess I'll start the fucking plunder
And kill your brother
Fucking bastard
Call me master
I grab my glock and fucking test her
I barely missed her
So call me Mister Pussy Plaster
I ain't a Pastor
I make it rain all wet forecaster
Call me headmaster
Oh wait fuck it
Mask up
Task force
Gonna fucking light your ass up
You stupid fuck
Maybe next time keep your mouth shut
Out of luck pussy fuck
Maybe next time back up
Out of luck pussy fuck
Maybe next time
Writer(s): Ghost Y
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