Lyrics:
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
beautiful and the air was clear
We lived our days in a simple way
But things are very different today
I said the winds are howling strong
I feel change is
of the Lamb
And the one who spoke with me had a measuring rod of gold
To measure the city and its gates and walls
The city lies foursquare its length the same
quick
I thinking I'm getting sick ,I had to grab my blick
She told just a year go
I was gonna go cold instead going gold
I hold my breath when love in air
HK
Look at that ratchet hoe
Look at that bag she hold yea
I got that that ratchet gold
Came with that ratchet tho yea
Look at whose poppn tho
I
side cause i'm kind
Pot heads a bad sign bad title
Girlfriend boyfriend end with end
Our souls are gold we live as two duo twin with a blunto
Wifey hold
of doubt and fear
The rain ain't gone, but I can still see clear
As a child, given religion with no answer to why
Just told believe in Jesus 'cause for
again, mister give a revival
I'm coming for the title game, but she throwing you topper
Last nigga who tried to foul now facin' a trial
I'mma be here
Driving out this city alone
There's no space in your heart it's so cold
I clear my vision
I keep my distance
Take me by the hand
Guide me through the land
the white dope pedaling
I mean everybody wanna be the man in the city
Gold on your neck on your wrist and your pinky
N** fuck respect where the check do you
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?
The situation's
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she
how I evolve I can't hold on
So many chatting on the cliff but they roll off
Climb back up but by then I float off
In souls confront until it goes
clear to see I'm someone that you wanna be
I'm on my own time
I make my own shine
Came from the darkness I bloomed just like a gold mine
Fuck it I'll go
I stand on my toes
Dip me in gold
Gimme a rose
I will not pose
Never go broke
This ain't a joke
It's about 4am I'm up floating
Smoking and I
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mmm
Hold the phone, hold the phone
"No Friends"
Hold the phone
I can't get in touch with you I'm on the road
Hold the phone
Baby,
your life, took care of that
When you fuckin' with the gold chains on you hear that
Bling, bling, every time I hit it from the back
Bling, bling, fuck
A letter from my man Avicenna
This is a treat for me al Biruni
The views Avi holds about Aristotle the greek
I can note that I fully disagree
Our
trigga city what's happenin'
Where real niggas come up
And out of towners we're taxin'
I'm takin' mine not askin'
Niggas rappin' and cappin'
Fuck that
we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by
This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it
city knows me
Oops, I admit, every suein' city chose me
Why are you yappin, I sent you to get the groceries
Hot shot, hype down, money's in my sight now
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
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