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Ghost of Fillmoe 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

Ghost of Filmoe, what

Part of these releases

- Track 7 on Daiquiri Factory Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2
- 6 King Nicky's Crown
- 8 Al Capone Suite
- Track 7 on Daiquiri Factory: Cocaine Raps, Volume 2
- 6 King Nicky's Crown
- 8 The Al Capone Suite

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