Jimmy Krucifix - Life of a Ghost lyrics

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Jimmy Krucifix - Life of a Ghost lyrics

[Intro: Lui-V] One take... God bless you, I don't need it, I'm too blessed I'm coming down like Christ, too fly, too fresh I walk on water wearing thousand dollar Lui's I started around the bottom, now I'm high, Coolie I f** with all beats, that I ain't even got time for Got the dealership coming into my crib, packages are signed for Do everything better, you got four door, I got five door Do it for myself, and the city I would die for [Verse 1: Valleyfornia] I'm smoking on that heat, Dwayne Wade Lebron James, M J, Fade-away, what can I say Real n***a, Ghost Noize and we k**ing prey And you hear the bone break, hit in the membrane Bodies start to ache, start to ache Bodies in the lake, bodies in the river, hoes get shivers Body full of liquor, I tell em about the whole picture Yeah gon take a picture, with that blueberry swisher n***a [Hook: Valleyfornia (Lui-V)] (Valley speaking over hook) This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost (Go and take a picture, I'm smoking on my swisher I got too much money not enough time to f** with ya) This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost (Go and take a picture, I'm smoking on my swisher I got too much money not enough time to f** with ya) [Verse 2: Jimmy Krucifix] The booth is where I did it, the booth is where you didn't I figure while they sitting, when I'm getting all this living done Being from where I'm from, n***as get not living young I'm so hot that I bleed the sun, you be where she bleeding from End of flow, period, you know I got a myriad Of dudes who want to hear my sh**, and you're f**ing hearing it You should feel lucky, whole countries be wanting to f** me b**hes be wanting to s** me, if they do they f**ing lucky I be hocking them, like pucky, no bull could ever buck me Posted where the punks be, don't you f**ing love me? Nothing matters more, I'm what a metaphor Been dope, since Paul wrote, about lonely old eleanor [Hook: Valleyfornia (Lui-V)] This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost (Go and take a picture, I'm smoking on my swisher I got too much money not enough time to f** with ya) This the life of a ghost This the life of a ghost (Go and take a picture, I'm smoking on my swisher I got too much money not enough time to f** with ya) [Verse 3: Valleyfornia] Hoes all in bikinis, kush green sour, call it zucchini Smoking on that lemon cess, feeling on her breast Feeling on her flesh, hands all in her dress Yeah we best, the best until the rise of Pac Cuz we got that sh**, n***a high off pot Pop, and we take it to another knach And we take it to another level Digging holes, yeah we digging, shovels And we high call it space shuttle Yeah you ready for the battle homie Do you hear those snakes rattle bro Hoe (echoes)