Ghostface Killah - Supa GFK lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Supa GFK lyrics]
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
(no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
What did y'all discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
(no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman lover
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the block
Got my hands on the ratchet
And these fucking little faggots
Don't believe it's Ghost
Well, surprise mothafucka
Starkey Love got breakfast
Got some steaming hot biscuit's
You can eat this toast
Shots blow through ya meatloaf
And lace ya back
Turn you over like a pancake and take ya gat
That's not damn near the half of it
Cops came, said the Killahs ain't risk game
And the flow's so accurate
Anything's possible, black
You mad profitable
Waste no time, breath, air on popping you
Put you on the guest list
Go dance with death
The club's dead, yeah, you right
You the last one left
See the spooks in, goths in, devils in
Fire's in you dwelling in hell where
Them snitch niggas lyin, friend
Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
It's Ghost
Pressing y'all clowns on the regular
Dead you on a five pack
Then take ya cellular
Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya
This is just weed money, the more
The merrier they call me the Superman lover
Said, they call me the Superman lover
Yeah, plus I'm wrong
Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets
Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens
All the same sex
Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet
To find my way back I gotta
Leave a trail of baguettes
My tongue's like a four-pound, my game is ill
Twist a chick like a Rubik's cube
Now what's the deal?
Chocolate, light skin, meet Mr excitement
Got my DDL on me
That's my Dick 'em Down License
Never wife 'em, strike just like lightning
I stay piping, hype just like Hype is
Bitches wanna see me and
My rhinestone drawers
Call in sick at work, then they take off
For me, spread 'em out for Starky
My mouth makes music like Biz Markie
I get it in like any car key
My stroke is on, I'm never rusty
Uh uh, but if you wanna play
This is what you gonna say
That I got the best D
He could hit it all day
Something like a rising star
That's on Broadway
Sex real live with a Illmatic foreplay
Oh shit, it's that Bally
It's that slick Bally '88 material
Little niggas don't know nothing
About this though check it out y'all
(look) come on (look) yeah, come on
(Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar
Or in a rented car (look)
(You'll see me flying by) Ya
See the jewerly truck, don't touch
Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets
Might show you the heat
(look, flying straight past ya)
Toney Starks Radio
(something ain't wrong with me)
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Toney Starks Radio right here
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on
Wave ya hand in the air like this
Mami, wave ya hands in the air like this
Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Uh, that's right, get rich
Let's go, that's right, get rich
Ghostface, Ghostface
Staten Island, New York, what's up
(no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
What did y'all discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
(no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman lover
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the block
Got my hands on the ratchet
And these fucking little faggots
Don't believe it's Ghost
Well, surprise mothafucka
Starkey Love got breakfast
Got some steaming hot biscuit's
You can eat this toast
Shots blow through ya meatloaf
And lace ya back
Turn you over like a pancake and take ya gat
That's not damn near the half of it
Cops came, said the Killahs ain't risk game
And the flow's so accurate
Anything's possible, black
You mad profitable
Waste no time, breath, air on popping you
Put you on the guest list
Go dance with death
The club's dead, yeah, you right
You the last one left
See the spooks in, goths in, devils in
Fire's in you dwelling in hell where
Them snitch niggas lyin, friend
Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
It's Ghost
Pressing y'all clowns on the regular
Dead you on a five pack
Then take ya cellular
Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya
This is just weed money, the more
The merrier they call me the Superman lover
Said, they call me the Superman lover
Yeah, plus I'm wrong
Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets
Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens
All the same sex
Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet
To find my way back I gotta
Leave a trail of baguettes
My tongue's like a four-pound, my game is ill
Twist a chick like a Rubik's cube
Now what's the deal?
Chocolate, light skin, meet Mr excitement
Got my DDL on me
That's my Dick 'em Down License
Never wife 'em, strike just like lightning
I stay piping, hype just like Hype is
Bitches wanna see me and
My rhinestone drawers
Call in sick at work, then they take off
For me, spread 'em out for Starky
My mouth makes music like Biz Markie
I get it in like any car key
My stroke is on, I'm never rusty
Uh uh, but if you wanna play
This is what you gonna say
That I got the best D
He could hit it all day
Something like a rising star
That's on Broadway
Sex real live with a Illmatic foreplay
Oh shit, it's that Bally
It's that slick Bally '88 material
Little niggas don't know nothing
About this though check it out y'all
(look) come on (look) yeah, come on
(Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar
Or in a rented car (look)
(You'll see me flying by) Ya
See the jewerly truck, don't touch
Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets
Might show you the heat
(look, flying straight past ya)
Toney Starks Radio
(something ain't wrong with me)
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Toney Starks Radio right here
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on
Wave ya hand in the air like this
Mami, wave ya hands in the air like this
Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Uh, that's right, get rich
Let's go, that's right, get rich
Ghostface, Ghostface
Staten Island, New York, what's up