Lyrics Andre Nickatina – Ghost Of Fillmoe
Text:
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
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
Album
Andre Nickatina – Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2
Andre Nickatina – Last Rap I’ll Ever Write
Andre Nickatina – Awake Like An Owl
Andre Nickatina – Little Coco
Andre Nickatina – Bobby Shaw Is My Tiga
Andre Nickatina – Fears Of A Coke Lord
Andre Nickatina – Birds With No Wings
Andre Nickatina – The Al Capone Suite
Andre Nickatina – Ghost Of Fillmoe
Andre Nickatina – King Nicky’s Crown
Andre Nickatina – Gingerbread Man
Andre Nickatina – Nickatina Says
Andre Nickatina – Rumppa Bum Bum
Andre Nickatina – Daiquiri Factory
Andre Nickatina – Bakin’ Soda In Minnesota