Darmowe least Photos of Ghosts
Girls
(Wow, wow, wow
Wow, wow)
I like the girls
(Ay loco
Sing that one more time
Sound good 'cause)
Girls yeah
(Oh yeah, yeah)
I like the girls
(Give me a light
Loc a tell that girl
Over there
My name is Afroman)
I like 'em short
I like 'em tall
I like 'em big
I like 'em small
I like 'em with hair
I like 'em bald
To make a long story short
I like 'em all
I like this girl
I like that girl
I like the skinny girl
I like the fat girl
I like the college girl
And the hoodie rat too
I like the church girl
Ms. Goodi
(Wow, wow, wow
Wow, wow)
I like the girls
(Ay loco
Sing that one more time
Sound good 'cause)
Girls yeah
(Oh yeah, yeah)
I like the girls
(Give me a light
Loc a tell that girl
Over there
My name is Afroman)
I like 'em short
I like 'em tall
I like 'em big
I like 'em small
I like 'em with hair
I like 'em bald
To make a long story short
I like 'em all
I like this girl
I like that girl
I like the skinny girl
I like the fat girl
I like the college girl
And the hoodie rat too
I like the church girl
Ms. Goodi
Thousand of fallen angels
Rows of condamned souls
Black riders of abyss
Beast of haired and cruelty
We arrive on the chariots of fire
We sign our way by the fire and death
Sun of Darkness leads us
Everlasting lust of sin
Hands ot the dead beat the kettle-drums
Damned sound of black trumpets
Tramp of horrified horses
and sinister knocking of Devil's hooves
Red, fiery eyes
fangs, claws and fire from the mouth
Mayhemed wings, bleeding in fight
Cobweb in hair and wind...
We kill, crush, burn
We trace the escaping day
and hideous condemned sun
Rows of condamned souls
Black riders of abyss
Beast of haired and cruelty
We arrive on the chariots of fire
We sign our way by the fire and death
Sun of Darkness leads us
Everlasting lust of sin
Hands ot the dead beat the kettle-drums
Damned sound of black trumpets
Tramp of horrified horses
and sinister knocking of Devil's hooves
Red, fiery eyes
fangs, claws and fire from the mouth
Mayhemed wings, bleeding in fight
Cobweb in hair and wind...
We kill, crush, burn
We trace the escaping day
and hideous condemned sun