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Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost, donât pose and I donât post
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost
Pickin' me a winner
Picky hair and I was a little bit thinner
3310 with a customised ringer
I was tryna holla at Lavinia
But she werenât inna
'Cause I was a sinner
Thought I was a minger
Never had a Bimmer
Rollinâ through the ends on a stolen aprillia
Waiting for the Dominos guy to deliver
For a free dinner
Thought I knew it all, I was just a beginner
Never was a singer
I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner
Wagwan killer
Yeah, thatâs my nigga
Talk about race, but it's just way bigger
I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter
Done with the jibba
Cry me a river
Say it to my face or say it to my trigger
You go figure, or reconsider
Indian giver
Lookinâ for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla
And she can bring a Indian with her
I just want a bosom for a pillow
And I got a little bit o skrilla
We can get a boat and we can get a villa
Or we can be on South Beach real nigga liver
All killer, no filler (all killer, no filler)
I donât wanna brag or boast
I donât cater and I donât host
When they ask what I do, I say I do the most
Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed
Donât pose and I do not post
And thatâs why these girls wanna try play me
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost, donât pose and I donât post
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost
They ain't put food on my table
I rock the cradle
Big dirty stinkinâ logo, I rock the label
Iâve been doinâ this since cable
I was on the graveyard shift in the studio
Only popped out for a salt beef bagel
I was on the roads when it was unstable
Iâm not an angel
Beef had more than a plate full
But I ainât hateful
Born in the 80s
Year of the able
Come back 18
Could've been a facial
Would've been painful
Raised in the 90s
It was still racial
Bloody disgraceful
Why are these yutes so bloody ungrateful?
Talk about grime like I ainât a staple
I was on the mic when you was in play-school
Stabbed six times, yo, it could have been fateful
Would have been six foot deep, on my bredrinâs T-shirt, lookinâ distasteful
Would have been wasteful
Never would have seen the Caribbean in April
Shackinâ up with Rachel
Givinâ her a face-full
Never would have been seven figures deep, walkinâ down the street
With a gorgeous freak in a chief screaminâ: Come out the way fool (come out the way fool, come out the way fool)
I donât wanna brag or boast
I donât cater and I donât host
When they ask what I do, I say I do the most
Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed
Donât pose and I do not post
And thatâs why these girls wanna try play me
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost, donât pose and I donât post
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost
(Ghost, ghost)
- Album:
- Pagans EP
- H-Town (Single)
- On Top of the World (Single)
- The Fifth
- Tongue N Cheek
- Boy In Da Corner
- Maths & English
- Miscellaneous
- Showtime
- Dirtee Cash
- Live Lounge 4
- Love This Town (feat. Teddy Sky)
- Live Lounge
- 18 Months
- Totally Summer Mixtape
- Andy C Nightlife 6
- X-Treme Drum n Bass
- Nightlife 6
- Dream (CD 2)
- Dream