Lyrics:
sucky
I need gold, no more crap or eight o'clock clapping
Have you seen a massive feminine assault ?
To chase the sadness, back to the basics
Multiple
Just like a rose
Your beauty grows with the sun
Your red lips in bloom
Were painted on a summer day by gods
Your tears, morning dew
And your love
var Chrome Hearts
Fem araba på stribe, de ligger som gokarts
We're really in the streets, gi'r en fuck for no charge
Oh Lord, cold cash and gold
IM READING POOR DAD RICH KID
MY FATHER HMMM
DIDN’T HAVE ALOT OF DOUGH
BUT HE LIVED BY MANY QUOTES
NEVER RAT ON CATS FOR THE CHEESE
THATS THE BRO
ain't meant for a gift that they wish they'd get
The ones that talk the toughest be bluffin soul of a bitch
Vibrations low rejected by my soul before I
Population 905
Way past the county line
You pass thru when you’re only passing by
There’s country gold out here if you find it
You won’t find
a heterosex
Ain't you get your neck checked by the second to best
Don't ever forget, ain't nothing less than best
Ima different breed, different seed
Do you
far away
He's got a spot for me
I told him I don't wanna be here anymore
All rules of gold I never cared for
Slowly feeling like I'm the one he came
Build me a palace
With walls made of gold
Why should I sit idly by
While the spoils go to my foes?
And bold be the man
Who won't fall at my feet
feel like a vet, always boutta check
And I don't need no baguettes, got gold on my neck
These niggas act like my nephew, they actin' like some toddlers
I
a man; stood near eight feet tall
Touched the very sky
And whenever he walked by
He made all the grown men look so small
But all the gray haired wrestlers
and messed up symptoms
Maybe I need to take a minute
Don't want to push it past my limit
I got things you cannot mimic
focused on the gold like quidditch
Let
and now this how you act
Treat me like gold then you treat me like trash
Don't understand it wouldn't do you like that (Like that)
Don't understand it
the rover
Gold or diamonds watches I can't choose my wrist bipolar
Keep my moves on covert
Catch me lacking? No sir
Talk down then it's "FAH FAH"
Talk down
There's an angel on the tree
Presents on the floor
Mistletoe above the kitchen door
And the kids are playing games
And the turkey's going gold
[Necro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Tonight we present torture and sodomy
Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill
Relax n smoke your crills
I'll make your
in your sights.
I'm Staring buck naked at the world, no fig leaf needed, pure as gold,
burst all this complicated bliss that rots the love of God
What
Here come the south shit dirty, south shit. Uh
Here come the south shit dirty, dirty fly shit
This is for them rednecks and brothers with gold
skip, a you could find me
"I am the one, blazin'
Stayin' high, Soopafly is so amazin'
I'm your baby
The penny a what the gold weighs in
Pimpin' from
I wished I had you in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrand,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
The deepest ocean to be by your side.
in a far away jungle
In a house up on the mountain
Surrounded by the bluest water
There's an ocean breeze
As the moon rests in her eyes
Footsteps turn
no one can know
Put in the fire
It keeps getting purer
Purer than gold
He does it all
I don't have to strive
Now I realize
I can't change
sleep eternally.
Eyes of a blinded lion, saw the age of the Pharaoh come,
And return to sand,
Gold and silver gone stripped from your virgin stone
drawed out on VT
i'm that nigga that's righteous sittin on the couch
with the gold mouth (bling)
rockin platinum shit tryna show out
never soldout i was
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