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Ghost The Boo

m going out every weekend Just to see my Boo again At night I think of you I want to be your lady, baby If your game is on, give me a call Boo If your

Prijevod: Ghost Town DJ-a. My Boo.

seems we finna be enemy's deep inside it's killing me but soon its gon be killing you to see her in that two seater, now thats gon hurt your feelin's boo

but don't approach us or Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas Catch us both coasts, racin' twin Porsches Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost

he gets hit Laying in dirt for something you say you get hurt Fuck around though, probably with some old school shit How bad you hit him up god? You, he?s ghost

gone That's when I slide on over with a Guinness on the stouffer To talk a little shit, then get a little closer Like, what up boo, you know that Ghost

whitey feel funny [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost

m heading down the same path, uh But the difference between me and you Is, oh, hey, hey, hey [Ghostface Killah] There's not a difference, boo, it's real

know you need me in the streets, to help you run things And if you catch a case, you got it wrong, I'mma pawn rings I'm your lady boo, that's what I'm