Ghost Type - Max Payne

Who Killed Ghost

Mother Fucker I Ain’t Never Died

Deep Fry Niggas Like McDonald Fries

I Make Tommy Make Your Kids

Hate Hate Lullabies

Now Say Goodbye!

Your Eye Ball gone Like Spanky

Do My Maury Dance, I Ain’t Da Daddy

Trap Queens Always Tryna Trap Me

I Be Running On These Tracks Like a Track Meet

Centennial Park, I’m a Athlete

Looka Looka Here, Pass the Liquor Here

Pouring Out Some Henny In My Fucking Beer

I’m Alcoholic, Every Fucking Year

I Met a Bad Bitch Down at Jerk Fest

A Guyanese Bitch Made My Dick Twitch

Sh Wanna Show Me Off In Picnic

My Songs on The Radio, I Been lit

No Feedback /Yuh Bumpa Like

I trid To Change My Ways, But Fuck The Rice

Can’t Trust Bitches, A Dog For Life !!

You Bought a Wedding Ring

Didn’t Place It Right

Bad Lil Bitch Wanna Fuck With Me

Because of my Vibe

I know She Just Want Sumn From Me

She Don’t Gotta Lie

And all These Niggas Wanna Get Me

They Can Just Try

And I ain’t Worried Bout That

Cuz Real Niggas Don’t Die

Oh

Lemme Hit it Wit The Lights

On

I Dont Wanna Do No Fights

No

You Should Know I Got Some Stripes

Oh

Baby You Are Not My Type

Your Are Not My Type, Type

Your Are Not My Type

You Are Not My Type/Type/Type/Type