Back Like That (Remi歌詞

Yo, yeah {"new ghostface !"}
Yeah, to glorious days
Yeah god, check it out y'all
We back , yes yes y'all
(fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
We're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clan
Scream on it, ghost
Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch
Talkin bout, "dear ghost, you the only nigga i know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets
Dru hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
When the narc's hit, rumor is you might start to spit
You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted
On the