Ugly Spirits

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Jemma Griffiths (born 18 May 1975, in Penarth, Wales), better known as Jem, is a Welsh singer-songwriter. Her debut album, Finally Woken, includes elements of rock, new wave-styled electronica and trip-hop. Along with electronic producer Guy Sigsworth (Björk, Frou Frou), she wrote the song "Nothing Fails", which was later re-worked by Madonna and appeared on her 2003 American Life album. Her second album Down to Earth was released on 16 September 2008. more »

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It be them pretty bitches, them Regina Georges
Ugly spirits but outside of it, they looking gorgeous
The ones that tell you not to say you fucked them
But they turn around and bash you in a burn book
Cause you dubbed them, I can't trust them
I see the roses growing, ho I'm shining
Brighter than the sun, I'm good on light it's pretty blinding
I swear it's all just perfect timing, I made it happen
When it was supposed to happen, ain't ever cappin
Yeah

That's why they f*ck with me and give me features
I got Big Lex on a dope record with me, they got seizures
Yall smoking country fried dick, the ashtray needs degreaser
They choking on this pretty dick, they had to catch a breather
Upside down crosses on my middle finger nails
When I'm yelling f*ck them all I stick them out it never fails
I'm tipping off the scale, I'm eating good ain't taking L's
I been doin this since a youngin, brought my skills to show and tell
People said I'll never make it but that goes to show I'll tell ya
The same ones that doubted me, the same ones on my genitalia
Carolina reaper spice the juice up, beat em like Cordelia
F*ck a rich milf pussy for Pateks, Iggy Azelea
Off the perks and the toxicity, cause that shit might could kill you
Lost some homies I knew growing up, to substances that thrill you
So I get it have some fun but just make sure that shit don't fill you
Cause when you get buried six feet under only time they feel you
That's some shit

It be them pretty bitches, them Regina Georges
Ugly spirits but outside of it, they looking gorgeous
The ones that tell you not to say you fucked them
But they turn around and bash you in a burn book
Cause you dubbed them, I can't trust them
I see the roses growing, ho I'm shining
Brighter than the sun, I'm good on light it's pretty blinding
I swear it's all just perfect timing, I made it happen
When it was supposed to happen, ain't ever cappin

Yall be out here camping on my Instagram like Call of Duty
This ain't Grand Theft Auto but I'm coloring the tooly
Think I've ate a lot more pussy than your man, I'm such a foodie
Saw me getting all this cheddar, then he hit the Ratatouille (aye)
Throw me a baseball I bat it out the park it's Jem McGuire bitch
You sell dimes? That's chump money I'm big ballin when I pitch
I came to f*ck shit up not talk about what's bothering you sis
I been the talk of lot's of hoes but nan one could claim this dick
Sicker than sickle cell anemia, lethal
Jem's like Cancer, Jem Leukemia
I don't play with the dead
But I know some heads that be into necrophilia
I catch a case, quick, ask em regular guns are so overrated
I got the laser beam, blast em, good on aim it can't be debated
I made it for ever, I shoot a rat trying to come for my cheddar
Usually I ain't the type for vendettas but yall got me fucked up
And I ain't going to let up
I had to catch a case and put the beats on your man and you knew
That's what I call a set up

It be them pretty bitches, them Regina Georges
Ugly spirits but outside of it, they looking gorgeous
The ones that tell you not to say you fucked them
But they turn around and bash you in a burn book
Cause you dubbed them, I can't trust them
I see the roses growing, ho I'm shining
Brighter than the sun, I'm good on light it's pretty blinding
I swear it's all just perfect timing, I made it happen
When it was supposed to happen, ain't ever cappin

Moon cheese bitch oh shit I'm high as f*ck at work
I work from home make some money, smoke a blunt and pop a perk
I got them Guccis on, so bitch I'm high end(and) I'm a jerk
No pun intended, get offended I say f*ck whoever lurk
I go berserk to get the bag and get my bitch the matching purse
I go to church to talk to God it's always me and him and her(hurt)
These rappers corny on the cob, I'm on a diet, that's dessert
Eat them up after I kill them that's a dead man on my shirt
Aye aye
There's a dead man on my shirt let's pray
I got murder on my mind all day
I could make a sunny sky turn gray
I do it for free, I don't need no pay
I don't think it's safe
To come around here acting like you not in second place
A lot of you be thinking you could keep up with the pace
But that's the kind of shit that makes me want to catch a case
(Catch a case)
I can't decide, I can't decide
Should I stand behind the cameras and get paid to write? yikes
If love is blind, then so am I, I'm in the booth, ain't spitting lies

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