
Underworld Degen G. Twilight (Ft. The Game)
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[Intro: G. Twilight]
I know a nigga named “Jamie”
But I'm the real Ghost
Detroit, WestSide
If you know, you know
[Hook: G. Twilight]
Underworld degen
Underworld degen
Underworld degen
Underworld degenerate
[Verse 1: G. Twilight]
Fake vice playing nice, but they watching you
At night my life tighten up about a notch or two
Sell dope, accept money from a prostitute
Mixin’ it to fix it, that's what I gots to do
Before I was born.. my father ran off
Ain't hard to tell, I came out the womb pissed off
Tricknology must be used if it can’t be rippеd off
Bundles of blow, O's of yay, trying get this zips off
Hit it with the fork in thе Pyrex cause won't shake right
No drive-by's we jump out, don't make me hit my break-lights
She your baby mama, but you bout to catch this fade
Knock you for your bottom sat her down on the blade
Yeah she care about my issue, now a nigga so paid
Your baby mama pussy taste like cherry Kool-Aid
Flip the "G" into a "P" I got it in me
The unwritten book plus the documentary
I know a nigga named “Jamie”
But I'm the real Ghost
Detroit, WestSide
If you know, you know
[Hook: G. Twilight]
Underworld degen
Underworld degen
Underworld degen
Underworld degenerate
[Verse 1: G. Twilight]
Fake vice playing nice, but they watching you
At night my life tighten up about a notch or two
Sell dope, accept money from a prostitute
Mixin’ it to fix it, that's what I gots to do
Before I was born.. my father ran off
Ain't hard to tell, I came out the womb pissed off
Tricknology must be used if it can’t be rippеd off
Bundles of blow, O's of yay, trying get this zips off
Hit it with the fork in thе Pyrex cause won't shake right
No drive-by's we jump out, don't make me hit my break-lights
She your baby mama, but you bout to catch this fade
Knock you for your bottom sat her down on the blade
Yeah she care about my issue, now a nigga so paid
Your baby mama pussy taste like cherry Kool-Aid
Flip the "G" into a "P" I got it in me
The unwritten book plus the documentary
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