Che London - Ghost (Interlude) Lyrics

Ash grey leather yeah I threw that on the aston seats
Pull up in that tank (Whoa) I feel like Master P
Spendin with No Limit girl dont let this Silk Shock Ya
Crispy creme phantom when we pullin out the opera
My bitch bad she want every designer bag
Give her things i never had got all these thirsty niggaz mad
Pour a drink baby toast to the gods
She wanna see the moon but first i brought her to the stars
Skkrt off in that Ghost I feel like styles P
These niggaz do the most and they tryna be like me
I hit the pussy one then i skrtt off from the scene
If you gettin to the paper then you know just what i mean
Skkrt off in that Ghost I feel like styles P
These niggaz do the most and they tryna be like me
I hit the pussy one then i skrtt off from the scene
If you gettin to the paper then you know just what i mean