Future – HOLY GHOST

Future – HOLY GHOST Lyrics

Artist: Future
Song: HOLY GHOST

AT-
AT-
This some real Pluto sh#t, n#gg#
Out the muhf#ckin’ mud, n#gg#, you know what I’m saying?

Out the dirt, n#gg#, out the soil of this sh#t
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 b#tch 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, n#gg#s ain’t running off with my new drip
Rolls hit, lights hit, platinum set, overkill
Killed sh#t and the n#gg# 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 n#gg#s craving for bodies, ready to spin again

I get on my ten, ’bout my ends, n#gg#, 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, b#tch, 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., b#tch 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 b#tches 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 b#tch at my hideout
Real talk, n#gg#s ain’t speaking the language I talk
Slide off, I got a foreign b#tch at my hideout

Real talk, n#gg#s ain’t speaking the language I talk
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HOLY GHOST Lyrics – English Translation

PADA-
PADA-
This some real Pluto sh#t, n#gg#
Out the muhf#ckin’ mud, n#gg#, you know what I’m saying?

Out the dirt, n#gg#, out the soil of this sh#t
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Ya
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 b#tch 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, n#gg#s ain’t running off with my new drip
Rolls hit, lights hit, platinum set, overkill
Killed sh#t and the n#gg# 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 n#gg#s craving for bodies, ready to spin again

I get on my ten, ’bout my ends, n#gg#, 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, b#tch, 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., b#tch 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 b#tches 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 b#tch at my hideout
Real talk, n#gg#s ain’t speaking the language I talk
Slide off, I got a foreign b#tch at my hideout

Real talk, n#gg#s ain’t speaking the language I talk
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

Future Lyrics – HOLY GHOST

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Release Year: 2022