Infamous Haze & Kendrick Lamar – I'm Ghost Lyrics

Infamous Haze & Kendrick Lamar – I'm Ghost Lyrics
I'm Ghost
Infamous Haze & Kendrick Lamar
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    "I'm Ghost." - Infamous Haze & Kendrick Lamar

    Album: I'm Ghost - Single
    Track No: 01
    And leave the city behind us
    Straight outta Compton, you need a compass to find us
    Waters that blue, and people call me "Your Highness"
    Prince of Zamunda, you get in tune with the lions
    Away from the rumors and those who assume what I am
    Hawthorne to Hollywood to Hawaiian
    Beaches, I'm in the reach of ninety-degree climate
    And sweet, beautiful sounds of CeCe Winans
    Mmm, GLC LK slash G-Wagen drivin'
    I'm a L-A-M-B-O, hoppin' out, cool on autopilot
    Smooth as babies' bottoms with Johnson baby powder
    Hey, coward
    Suck a big dick with AIDS on the tip
    No homo, y'all just make me sick
    I'm ready for war
    I got my rifle, my sword
    Blueprint mapped out, this is what it's all about
    But for now, cop a suite out in Singapore
    Piña colada with umbrella straws, I'm tellin' y'all
    This is Big K, ****
    Big clip in broad day, ****
    Big K, wave it your way, ****
    ****, I'm gone, ****, I'm ghost
    'Bout to touch down on a whole 'nother coast
    Jumpin' off planes, hoppin' on boats
    Gon' throw it up, then, ****, let's toast
    ****, I'm gone, ****, I'm ghost
    'Bout to touch down on a whole 'nother coast
    Jumpin' off planes, hoppin' on boats
    Even when I'm gone, though, my heart still close
    Jerz
    Out the hood, now I'm walkin' through that white sand
    With some Latin women who winnin', watchin' 'em belly dance
    I got a belly ache, I'm eatin' too fast
    I can't slow down, they force feedin' me the cash
    I got a big appetite, so I chow down
    Pocket full of hundreds, fuck it, I'm a boss now
    I make boss moves, bitch, I'm overseas
    Fuckin' on foreign bitches, blowin' foreign trees
    Amsterdam, maybe Oslo, Norway
    I do me, I give a damn what a whore say
    True P, pinstripes like Jorge
    Yankees fitted on, glidin' to the doorway
    Let's go
    Hah, yeah, I'm back on that gully shit
    Number-one hustler to get money with
    Jerz
    N. Jerzey Devil, yeah, you heard me
    Play your game for now, but trust I end it early
    Right
    Exit out this fake shit, no frills
    Gotta get back to reality, travelin' through the hills
    Bitch, I'm outta here, deuces, peace
    Vete pa'l carajo, adiós, capeesh?
    ****, I'm gone, ****, I'm ghost
    'Bout to touch down on a whole 'nother coast
    Jumpin' off planes, hoppin' on boats
    Gon' throw it up, then, ****, let's toast
    ****, I'm gone, ****, I'm ghost
    'Bout to touch down on a whole 'nother coast
    Jumpin' off planes, hoppin' on boats
    Even when I'm gone, though, my heart still close

    Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Toolss, Nu Jerzey Devil, Infamous DJ Haze.

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