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Luh JuJu - Ghost (feat. Dame) Lyrics



Luh JuJu - Ghost (feat. Dame) Lyrics




Yeah, the way we creepin' down they street, they think that we some ghosts
If a nigga try to play with me, you know he gon' up the scope
Swear to God, if a nigga try to diss on me, that boy, he is a ho
Yeah, me and Lil D in the studio, and you know we gon' flow, flow

Ayy, and these opps some hoes, if I see him up the pole
I'm gon' up the scope, when I up and hit your dome
Nigga, I got that roll, designer drip down to my toes
And these bops some hoes, cause they all go for the bros

Yeah, cruisin' down your section, and I got that f*cker pole
And that nigga think he too hard, let's go blow for blow
Got this chain up on my neck, if you stay, leave you froze
Every time I pop out, you see me with f*ckin' brand new clothes

Shout out to all the hoes, that be droppin' all them lows
Bust down on my nigga that's got my right wrist on froze
Every time I pop out, bitch, I keep a f*ckin' pole
At all my shows, won't go alone, bitch, I'm with the bros

Yeah, bitch, we with the bros, bitch, we with the bros
Bitch, we with the bros, and the front seat with that pole
Yeah, bitch, we with the bros, bitch, we with the bros
And when the focus shows, niggas know how that shit go

Four deep in the stolo, bitch, you know I'm switchin' lanes
If he run up, hit this flame, hit you in your brain
Lil D, she got alim in the backseat with that thang
And these niggas lame, do that shit just for the fame

We don't do this for no name, I'm tryna bust his brain
Family over everything, that's the only thing I claim
I'm shootin' shit like I'm Kurt, but bitch, I ain't playin' no game
I'ma stick to sellin' weed, my niggas sell cocaine

Yeah, we smokin' gas, yeah, we smokin' different strains
This ain't for the fame, but that money, I'm tryna gain
All these niggas hatin' on me, that's why I'm tryna maintain
Then my niggas switched on me, just wait till I make it rain

Made it through the rain outside, that's why I had to hang
So much money in my pockets, I'ma f*ckin' stay
Ballin' like MJ, 223s on my f*ckin' feet
We don't get no f*cks, this bitch, I made it through the streets

I'm really from my east, where niggas know it's f*ckin' creep
Walkin' down the street, you said junkies and sent police
I'm really from my east, we servin' junkies on the street
I'm servin' fists in the G, nigga, come and shop with me

Nigga, I ain't LBJ, you know I'm gon' f*ckin' stay with the heat
Like LeBron, you shouldn't have left the heat, now you f*ckin' sleep
And bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm Curry, you can't run from this big 30
Play with me, I do you dirty, niggas see me, now they nervous

Pop a Perkins, then I'm splurgin' in the Stolos, and I'm swervin
What you need, let me serve you, bitch, I live this life on purpose
Play with me, I'm gon' murk you, bitch, we got skis like we Persian
F*ck the police, they be lurkin', tryna see who I'll be workin

F*ck the police, they be lurkin', tryna see who I'll be workin
Ah, and these niggas, they so lame
Ride up on me, bitch, I hit a motherf*cker brain
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Yeah, the way we creepin' down they street, they think that we some ghosts
If a nigga try to play with me, you know he gon' up the scope
Swear to God, if a nigga try to diss on me, that boy, he is a ho
Yeah, me and Lil D in the studio, and you know we gon' flow, flow

Ayy, and these opps some hoes, if I see him up the pole
I'm gon' up the scope, when I up and hit your dome
Nigga, I got that roll, designer drip down to my toes
And these bops some hoes, cause they all go for the bros

Yeah, cruisin' down your section, and I got that f*cker pole
And that nigga think he too hard, let's go blow for blow
Got this chain up on my neck, if you stay, leave you froze
Every time I pop out, you see me with f*ckin' brand new clothes

Shout out to all the hoes, that be droppin' all them lows
Bust down on my nigga that's got my right wrist on froze
Every time I pop out, bitch, I keep a f*ckin' pole
At all my shows, won't go alone, bitch, I'm with the bros

Yeah, bitch, we with the bros, bitch, we with the bros
Bitch, we with the bros, and the front seat with that pole
Yeah, bitch, we with the bros, bitch, we with the bros
And when the focus shows, niggas know how that shit go

Four deep in the stolo, bitch, you know I'm switchin' lanes
If he run up, hit this flame, hit you in your brain
Lil D, she got alim in the backseat with that thang
And these niggas lame, do that shit just for the fame

We don't do this for no name, I'm tryna bust his brain
Family over everything, that's the only thing I claim
I'm shootin' shit like I'm Kurt, but bitch, I ain't playin' no game
I'ma stick to sellin' weed, my niggas sell cocaine

Yeah, we smokin' gas, yeah, we smokin' different strains
This ain't for the fame, but that money, I'm tryna gain
All these niggas hatin' on me, that's why I'm tryna maintain
Then my niggas switched on me, just wait till I make it rain

Made it through the rain outside, that's why I had to hang
So much money in my pockets, I'ma f*ckin' stay
Ballin' like MJ, 223s on my f*ckin' feet
We don't get no f*cks, this bitch, I made it through the streets

I'm really from my east, where niggas know it's f*ckin' creep
Walkin' down the street, you said junkies and sent police
I'm really from my east, we servin' junkies on the street
I'm servin' fists in the G, nigga, come and shop with me

Nigga, I ain't LBJ, you know I'm gon' f*ckin' stay with the heat
Like LeBron, you shouldn't have left the heat, now you f*ckin' sleep
And bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm Curry, you can't run from this big 30
Play with me, I do you dirty, niggas see me, now they nervous

Pop a Perkins, then I'm splurgin' in the Stolos, and I'm swervin
What you need, let me serve you, bitch, I live this life on purpose
Play with me, I'm gon' murk you, bitch, we got skis like we Persian
F*ck the police, they be lurkin', tryna see who I'll be workin

F*ck the police, they be lurkin', tryna see who I'll be workin
Ah, and these niggas, they so lame
Ride up on me, bitch, I hit a motherf*cker brain
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Performed By: Luh JuJu
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Luh Juju
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