Song Lyrics

I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure
Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigger
Mind full of rap gun powder, it's a habit
Shootin' like Elmer Fudd at the screwy rabbit

From pennies to nickels, from dimes in the rhyme
Get your paint brush and line your design
It might be a little bitter on top of Sugar Hill
But the ones that got killed say it's real on the field

From the sky
Ghost of Filmoe, what

Andre Lamond Adams

The duration of Ghost of Fillmoe is 0:35 minutes and seconds.