Lyrics:
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
glocks
But I'm a nigga for lie and a man by choice
Walkin through Chinatown a black man (nigga)
Walkin through the projects a balck man (nigga)
I'm a love letter away
I'd break your name before I'd say, "I really love you, love you"
I don't care if you saw, I watched every inch of film
Flash
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me
it is simply an extension of what began in the old one
(Conversing with a ghost, conversing with a ghost)
He just leaving and he screamin' Jesus
the relief
Blow that bitch out like a tree
Bitch I'm a dog don't get hit with the flea
Say they saw me sip a lil lean and they saw dust rayford
Run up in ya
cunt
It's so whack that I keep inviting you back
What stunt are you trying to pull? I'm fading to black
I'm full of hatred to the max I'll be blunt
could be you
Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger
Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river
A nice talking psychopath
All cops hunt the black
Glass in your hand wit a bottle wine
Got a bit rum that is poured up in mine
Only saw you once now you running my mind
I’mma be the man that takes
the world on fire
I got to close too you
But you didn't have to leave me breathless
I never saw this coming
Black widow's gonna get me
She's such
of girls
Only two kind of girls
Good ol' big ones and big old' good ones
Baby mama girl!
Not prejudice I like the light ones
White ones, black as night
were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming
the one, you are the one
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shakin' your ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
'Cause you are
it again
(Verce 4) Her touch stunnded me, like sleep paralysis I couldn’t move, but saw all the hell of this Her mouth up close, it was a black pit
black war
Best you ever saw and it comes in a three or a four pack
In a month or two I'll be back
To confer with you on both of my works
In my
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
your playlist and I'm starting to get impatient
We start raging, we start raging
Need that stream count to top a milly
Lean by the ounce that got you
lips may lie
But you’re betrayed by your tell-tale eyes
I am losing light to the darkness
Without your voice I’m a ghost in the silence
A ghost in
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