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Ghost Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Eezy
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Edmund Young




Young Eezy - Ghost Lyrics




Pretty young thing, I swear you a sicko
Block so hot please open that window

I know you a slick hoe, bitches want a free throw
Shawty got played like an instrumental

Racks that stack, ass fat like a Hippo
Said she got a man but she still want me tho

Coming to my shows, I don't really wanna showboat
Killed the game now, and it got me a slit throat

Shawty be a ghost, she never wanna post
I be out here reminiscing on my phone
She like "I'm a bad bitch"
Can you be my side chick?
Begged to be my wifey
But you ain't the full package

Only want my fame, I don't know her name
When I bust down she be telling me to claim

Moving money ways that was my mistake
Ima break her heart, just call me drizzy drake

Money in the grave she be throwing hella shade
Bout to cut her off, cuff a bitch named Jane

Now she tryna f*ck cuz my money stacking up
Leaving me on read, now your kinda outta luck

She said she loved me, then she fade away
Nope pull her right back and I gave her fame

When I'm wit my gang, now bitches wanna hang
See me winning now, ima do my own thang

Ride a two-seater, it's around five.
Ride backseat, not a Uber, private drive

Not a killa, ima save you from my guys
Take her out one on one, we gonna fine dine

Shawty be a ghost, she never wanna post
I be out here reminiscing on my phone
She like "I'm a bad bitch"
Can you be my side chick?
Begged to be my wifey
But you ain't the full package

Yeah she a ghost, she a ghost
Yeah she a ghost, she a ghost

Money on my mind, start a conversation
Dreams of living with the congregation
Critics still debate wondering if I was gonna make it
In the rain now, it's gonna be a mission

I'm chasing this bread it's never too late
F*ck the same hoes, metro send me on a date
Flipping through these packs, like I won a f*cking raise
Sipping on that lean, chase it down with some grapes

Now all these bitches tryna hop on my wave
Me and my bro's we run up the stain
F*cking with the flow, baby why you so lame
Trip to sextasy, it was never the same

Promised no struggles we gonna be fine
I want that love, please don't waste my time
You play with money, pull up with five guys
Yeah that's my shawty, yeah thats my vibe

Shawty be a ghost, she never wanna post
I be out here reminiscing on my phone
She like "I'm a bad bitch"
Can you be my side chick?
Begged to be my wifey but you ain't the full package

Shawty be a ghost, she never wanna post
I be out here reminiscing on my phone
She like "I'm a bad bitch"
Can you be my side chick?
Begged to be my wifey but you ain't the full package
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Pretty young thing, I swear you a sicko
Block so hot please open that window

I know you a slick hoe, bitches want a free throw
Shawty got played like an instrumental

Racks that stack, ass fat like a Hippo
Said she got a man but she still want me tho

Coming to my shows, I don't really wanna showboat
Killed the game now, and it got me a slit throat

Shawty be a ghost, she never wanna post
I be out here reminiscing on my phone
She like "I'm a bad bitch"
Can you be my side chick?
Begged to be my wifey
But you ain't the full package

Only want my fame, I don't know her name
When I bust down she be telling me to claim

Moving money ways that was my mistake
Ima break her heart, just call me drizzy drake

Money in the grave she be throwing hella shade
Bout to cut her off, cuff a bitch named Jane

Now she tryna f*ck cuz my money stacking up
Leaving me on read, now your kinda outta luck

She said she loved me, then she fade away
Nope pull her right back and I gave her fame

When I'm wit my gang, now bitches wanna hang
See me winning now, ima do my own thang

Ride a two-seater, it's around five.
Ride backseat, not a Uber, private drive

Not a killa, ima save you from my guys
Take her out one on one, we gonna fine dine

Shawty be a ghost, she never wanna post
I be out here reminiscing on my phone
She like "I'm a bad bitch"
Can you be my side chick?
Begged to be my wifey
But you ain't the full package

Yeah she a ghost, she a ghost
Yeah she a ghost, she a ghost

Money on my mind, start a conversation
Dreams of living with the congregation
Critics still debate wondering if I was gonna make it
In the rain now, it's gonna be a mission

I'm chasing this bread it's never too late
F*ck the same hoes, metro send me on a date
Flipping through these packs, like I won a f*cking raise
Sipping on that lean, chase it down with some grapes

Now all these bitches tryna hop on my wave
Me and my bro's we run up the stain
F*cking with the flow, baby why you so lame
Trip to sextasy, it was never the same

Promised no struggles we gonna be fine
I want that love, please don't waste my time
You play with money, pull up with five guys
Yeah that's my shawty, yeah thats my vibe

Shawty be a ghost, she never wanna post
I be out here reminiscing on my phone
She like "I'm a bad bitch"
Can you be my side chick?
Begged to be my wifey but you ain't the full package

Shawty be a ghost, she never wanna post
I be out here reminiscing on my phone
She like "I'm a bad bitch"
Can you be my side chick?
Begged to be my wifey but you ain't the full package
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Writer: Edmund Young
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