Correction Lyrics Holy Ghost* by ssgkobe

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Ooh, ooh-doo
Ooh, ooh-doo
Hey, hey, hey

Prada bags in the Caddy (Yeah), I'll take care of you
Big bands, they keep adding (Hey)
Choppas on my right and carry-on (Hey)
Better plan his memorial
Send his ass to the Holy Ghost
(Yeah)

Brody got shot on the block (Oh)
Bedside date with the opps, huh
He tryna cuff on a thot, no
She tryna f**k on the squad

Better plan his memorial
Send his ass to the Holy Ghost
(Yeah)
She wanna fan me with the drugs (Fan me)
{?] off a perc, she start a family with the drugs (Family)
You will get murked, you tried to play me and my girl (Grrah, brrah)
Bro on thе shirt, you tried to play me and my thugs (Grrah, grrah)
Fiends at thе door, I remember seeing fiends at the door
He get runnin', got the beam, see the Lord
In the dream sippin' lean, I'ma soar
R.I.P., gotta breathe for the boy
Love letters, man, I really hope she do
Fat b*t*h, light skin attitude
Do anything in the world for you (You)
Hoes like me 'cause I'm too smooth
'cause you're too slow
Evolve like I'm Mewtwo
This sh*t [?]
I get racks like Wimbledon
n***a talkin' sh*t, put a rack up on his head, now he's gone
Oh-oh-oo

Prada bags in the Caddy (Yeah), I'll take care of you
Big bands, they keep adding (Hey)
Choppas on my right and carry-on (Hey)
Better plan his memorial
Send his ass to the Holy Ghost
(Yeah)

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