Ghosty punk, Alex Ghinea, VXLT - GFTO versuri (lyrics)
Evan Emanuel Osborn
Ghinea Alexandru Daniel Gheorghe
[Ghosty punk, Alex Ghinea, VXLT - GFTO versuri lyrics]
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours (M-m-m, yeah)
Hundred bands (Uh, yeah, ay)
I just wanna break shit
Got another car up in the driveway
When they do two
Three shots like they don't miss
I ain't never been out on a high stake
When they get a little Christian Dior
They don't really make 'em like this anymore
Run it like a three-point shot at the core
(Does anybody make real shit anymore?)
Don't know, ask daddy
Pity he got caught with an addy
Cops on my body like a rapper with a xanny
Sweet like sugar but she cold like granny
She wanna fuck me over but she call me daddy
High like a jet, I'm fly as fuck
This bitch on my dick, she bad as fuck
Pull up in a clown car, honk honk
That's a real bad bitch
If she wanna get the fuck out my
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Yeah I got blood on my cap
I can't fuck with these fake ass bitches
They clear
Sippin' on that gin so I face my fears
Now I'm spittin' fire on my pool boy, get in
Let's go we on the way to the plug 'cause
We runnin' up packages, gave 'em away, shit
Too many customers waitin' on my block, bitch
Get the fuck out my ride
Tell you once I do the
Money on me, take it off
I don't do that dogshit
Crystal clear, hope that's crystal clear
Shit ludicrous, that shit ludicrous
So I say get the fuck out my
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Twenty-four hours (M-m-m, yeah)
Hundred bands (Uh, yeah, ay)
I just wanna break shit
Got another car up in the driveway
When they do two
Three shots like they don't miss
I ain't never been out on a high stake
When they get a little Christian Dior
They don't really make 'em like this anymore
Run it like a three-point shot at the core
(Does anybody make real shit anymore?)
Don't know, ask daddy
Pity he got caught with an addy
Cops on my body like a rapper with a xanny
Sweet like sugar but she cold like granny
She wanna fuck me over but she call me daddy
High like a jet, I'm fly as fuck
This bitch on my dick, she bad as fuck
Pull up in a clown car, honk honk
That's a real bad bitch
If she wanna get the fuck out my
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Yeah I got blood on my cap
I can't fuck with these fake ass bitches
They clear
Sippin' on that gin so I face my fears
Now I'm spittin' fire on my pool boy, get in
Let's go we on the way to the plug 'cause
We runnin' up packages, gave 'em away, shit
Too many customers waitin' on my block, bitch
Get the fuck out my ride
Tell you once I do the
Money on me, take it off
I don't do that dogshit
Crystal clear, hope that's crystal clear
Shit ludicrous, that shit ludicrous
So I say get the fuck out my
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the fuck out my)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)