GHOST II

[Letra de "GHOST II"]

[Intro]
Ey

[Verso 1: Elijah Parrish]
Si pierdo los modales I admit it
Cuando voy a 120 por la city
Lalo, prende los pedales, I'mma get it
All them bitches trynna beat me, but you know I'm always with it
Más que un águila, de acá veo satélites
Me la comen tus raperos de la élite
I've been going through some shit, feel like I'm deady, eh
No veo que se armen cuando caigo con los vélites
Cuatro grados bajo cero, soy un night kid
Tu mierda no puede manchar mis Nikes
Y si se me manchan, te las mancho
Yo tiro y muero por mis ranchos
All these Addis-Addis now they got me trippin'
Bring another 'cause it turns me into weapon
Gang grown with the gang 'cause It's drippin'
Now they see me in a whole another level
King Kong, voy a todo ringtone
Runnin' with it like a Levi', Kigstone (Ey)
Double G and an inch of gasoline (Ey)
On my way, taking pills like Jelly Beans (Ey)
Blue bottles, let a small tube, yeah
You wasn't dead when I came through, yeah
Fuck me, I fuck your whole crew, yeah
Your bitch ain't got a shit to do, no

[Estribillo: Elijah Parrish & Broke Carrey]
I don't give a fuck what they talk 'bout my name, yeah
'Cause I got no time to run up on these lames
You know it, you know it
I get all this cash in a day and I throw it
You know it, you know it
I get all this cash in a day and I throw it (Yeah)

[Verso 2: Broke Carrey]
Otro año más en la quiebra
Tengo una racha perfecta (Yeah)
Sé que es el ultimo, es verda'
No me acostumbro a la mierda, yeah
Todo' esos negros no pueden, ey (No pueden)
Saben que tengo el level, eh (Yeah)
Pienso limpiarme el ojete con plata (Yeah), como en China Carlitos Tévez, yeah
Hay tanto terreno virgen, eh, pa' transformar en papeles, eh
Ese trapero es un chiste, hmm, no entiende el poder que se pierde, eh
Negro, me encanta la ruina, je, pero también quiero un Bima, eh
Tengo a esa bi' en la cocina y eso' rapero' con baja autoestima (Yeah), yeah
Traigo la materia prima, tan avanzado, me siento like China
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Estribillo: Elijah Parrish & Broke Carrey]
I don't give a fuck what they talk 'bout my name, yeah
'Cause I got no time to run up on these lames
You know it, you know it
I get all this cash in a day and I throw it
You know it, you know it
I get all this cash in a day and I throw it
You know it, you know it
I get all this cash in a day and I throw it
You know it, you know it
I get all this cash in a day and I throw it (Ey)