LYRICS: Desiigner – Holy Ghost

LYRICS: Desiigner – Holy Ghost
[Hook]
You say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it,
how you got it
[How you get it? I’m gettin’ high]
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out
the projects
I shoot at the holy ghost
Hold on, I gotta grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up with that dopamine
Huh, say you got it

[Verse]
Had to get my dough right
Get it more right, pour that four right,
all that, all that
In the club with some bitches, wanna
suck it all night
Wanna fuck it all night
Be Tupacin’ with my niggas, we be
thuggin’ all night
All of this ice and it’s all bright
I walk in the spot and need no lights
R.I.P. to Kimbo Slice
Shout out to Drake to get more life
‘Member days, the kick door life
Keep a salad, fuck the poor life
‘Stafa
I be feeling like Mustafa
My son is Simba niggas, call ’em
finish hittas
I got getters get us
[Hook x2]
You say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it,
how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out
the projects
I shoot at the holy ghost
Hold on, I gotta grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up with that dopamine
Huh, say you got it
[Verse 2]
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost
Ride in the drop, got that holy ghost
Holy shake, do the holy ghost
Holy shit ’cause I’m holy rich
I’mma drive in the Lamb watch
’em take a pic
I skirt on that ass ‘fore you take the
flick
I’mma fuck on Rihanna, put her all in
designer
Diamonds last forever, last forever
We gon’ blast together, I’m on top
of the building ain’t falling
Crash the weather, we gon’ clash
together, fly like feather
This the real
Hey, this how you feel
I was gettin’ money without no deal
?, it’s hot as hell
This for real
[Hook x2]
You say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it,
how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out
the projects
I shoot at the holy ghost
Hold on, I gotta grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up with that dopamine
Huh, say you got it

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