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Ghosts of the Night 1 by Trip9

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Ghosts of the Night 1 by Trip9 - Hip-Hop,both vocals music cover art

Ghosts of the Night 1

Hip-Hop,both vocals

0:003:48
Lyrics
Description
(verse)
Black suit, black mask, black hearse
Keep a Mac in the stash, put a rack in the purse
See my past in the glass when I crash, keep a verse
Too many ghosts in the wet, man this shit feel cursed
Cold dust on the dash, fingerprints on the
Every clip got a name, every bullet got a plot
They say hell got a throne, but the streets got a game
Where the fiends sing hymns and the bells don't ring
Dead men whisper my name in the wind
Told me don't sleep, cause the reaper got friends
I ain't been clean since my first damn sin
I ain't seen peace since my first blood kin
(chorus)
Ooh, wrap me up and go
Let me down before I fall
Ooh, paint my name in red
Bet they love me when I'm dead
(verse)
Ranch in the dash, money in the shoebox
Keep a stash where the cops never do not
Gotta move like, gotta move like ghosts
I done seen too many real ones turn into toast
Pull up in the band, same color as the mug
Got a bitch in the front, got a stick in the throat
She don't mess what I do, she don't pray
She just ride, she just count up the racks while I drive through the night
Dead men whisper my name in the wind
Told me don't sleep, cause the reaper got friends
I ain't been clean since my first damn sin
I ain't seen peace since my first blood kin
(chorus)
Ooh, wrap me up and go
Let me down before I fall
Ooh, paint my name in red
Bet they love me when I'm dead
(bridge)
Black suit Keep a mac in the stash, put a rack in the dirt
See my past in the glass when I crash hit reverse,
Too many ghosts in the wet Man this shit feel blessed
I'm bust on the dash, fingerprints on the gun
I'm bust on the dash, fingerprints on the gun
Every clip got a name, every bullet got a gun
They say they don't got a gun, but the streets got a game
When the feet say it, them city bells don't ring
Dead men whisper my name in the wind
Told me don't sleep, cause the reaper got friends
I ain't been clean since my first damn sin
I ain't seen peace since my first blood kin
Ooh, wrap me up and go
Let me down before I fall
Ooh, paint my name in red
Bet they love me when I'm dead
Ooh, wrap me up and go
Let me down before I fall
Ooh, paint my name in red
Bet they love me when I'm dead
So rage in the dash, money in the shitbox
Keep a smash, but a box never do enough
Gotta move like, gotta move like Ghosts
I've seen so many real ones die
And then the tops go up, then the dead say good
As the moon go down, she in the front
Got a stick, then it don't shine
That's why I move, she ain't playin'
She just grind, she just killin'
So rage in the dash, money in the shitbox
Keep a smash, but a box never do enough
Gotta move like, gotta move like Ghosts
I've seen so many real ones die