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Artiste : Future
Titre : HOLY GHOST
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This some real Pluto shit, nigga
Out the muhfuckin´ mud, nigga, you know what I´m saying?

Out the dirt, nigga, out the soil of this shit
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Yeah

Feeling like a
cigarette boat
, all this water on me
I was at my big truck, my wrist up, get my dick sucked
When I switch my wrist up, switch my car, switch my bitch up
Every time I hit her, I broke her off then dismissed her
I been counting this paper all day, I´m getting blisters
Roadkill, every time I pop out in a new whip
Gettin´ you wacked, niggas ain´t running off with my new drip

Rolls hit, lights hit, platinum set, overkill
Killed shit and the nigga ain´t have nothing to do with it, over-drill
When you in the field and you innocent, why you over here?
Body count, protocol, thotty count, losing count
Switch the count, large amount, overseas, can´t pronounce
Sippin´ syrup in a fur, get my dog, walk him down
Details inside of the photo, my fit was twenty thou´
No miles, cashed out, put it up by the time it hit two thou´
Surfing in Hermès, I´m the one they called Pluto-ski
Mix-ski, I just went so deep I made her nose bleed
Lewinsky, she just gave me her throat inside the Rolls-y

If I OD, I´ma be on a Bentley spree, you must not know me
I gave her that dope, put her on the road, she was holy
Me and my lil´ woadie get it in, Japanese trends
Big top Maybach, Benz, buy ´em buy the twin
We got ´em locked in, boxed in, Glocks in
Alligator skin for my sins, I´m ´bout to win again
I know niggas craving for bodies, ready to spin again
I get on my ten, ´bout my ends, nigga, I´m locked in
Made an M to a ten, now I´m posted on the Forbes again
Only time I sell out, at the show, bitch, I´m European
Top ten, that´s without that melody, it´s costing

No sleep, come from out the streets, leave you in white sheets
V.I.P., bitch tryna eat on me, tryna sleep with me
Overseas, everything I´m spending, Gucci on the feet
Only see, everything this month, I bought an Onlysea
New Chanel, everything I say, these bitches oversee
Rolls key, pass the Lambo key, and the other key
Truck key, not the sedan key, that´s the other key
Wiped down, cleaning my cars in the rain, I got OCD
Dry it off, pouring out rain and he tryna dry it off
Slide off, I got a foreign bitch at my hideout

Real talk, niggas ain´t speaking the language I talk

Slide off, I got a foreign bitch at my hideout
Real talk, niggas ain´t speaking the language I talk