Lyrics:
Dance, bitch, I took it personal
Nah, never judge a book by the cover page
You glitter in gold, but owe, cause you still a slave
I've been the same, but
from the celestial
City 'cause you look so pretty, small tan speckles of cute nose freckles
When really you're just a redheaded devil
Clearly this is all
I take a time lapse just to move fast
(Yeah)
I'm digging for the gold baby girl I need some knee pads
Say I'm doing good when I'm, when I'm down bad
the city of dreams,
Rainbows tinted with gold,
All the stories we've been told,
Still her love is yours to behold,
Nothin's quite what it seems in
Piece by piece, what it look like?
You know we run the city, bad bitches with me (with me)
Pull up in fifty foreigns, what it look like?
Hit your
Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.
[Superb of American
City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.
[Superb of American Cream Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I
Leave another, how can you go?
How can't you know, I mean by now?
We're kids forever, ain't we tho?
Ain't we so high and wild?
You say, Oh,
roll, super fly spinner on gold vogues
From here to Texas playin Master P, in the Lexus
Speakers and rearview, comin to, bangin through you
Strippers that
a pity
Just stay on your mattress packs and watch us on Rap City
Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells
(The mic is contacted I attract
Brothers and sisters they hold the key
To your heart and your soul
Don't forget that your family is gold
I hit the big time but I still get the blues
Brothers and sisters they hold the key
To your heart and your soul
Don't forget that your family is gold
I hit the big time but I still get the blues
Texas
Diamonds in the gold grill
Houston Texas
Slow ridin' so trill
Houston Texas
Swangin' on the southside
Houston Texas
Houston Texas
Houston Texas
I
paint the town gold with some drunken love
I wanna take you with me
On a trip to New York City
We'll take an airplane swiftly
To France
I got way too many fucking highs to be focused on the lows
It was stress and depression all from chasing all this gold
Took it from way back when
to the depths below
Gates
Closed
Lined with cryptic runes of ancient gold
Limbs
Reach out
Fill the runes with blood from out his mouth
Thoughts
Shout
Of the city
been tryna clean up the inner city
Cash stacks fatter than the man who used to hang with Diddy
Yeah, I got the key to the city
When I go out ima go out
home, and this is the City of Gold
As I walk down the streets of yerushalayim
You see your fellow Jews there happy and singing lechaim
Everywhere you look
wake up with a vision
Yeah yeah yeah
Every day I wake up with a vision
Cookin' in the kitchen ain't no fuckin' intermission
Like yo
Shaking up ya city
that much
Dave Life: Let's run it
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
City guys...
Yeah, we back
Our niggas roll out like dice and shoot
Start off the game
6 rings
Gold hoops
I'm in the g wag
Shark in the coupe
We
Verse 1: First of all I don't care/I don't have to go nowhere/sittin in my gold chair with a golden chick with gold hair/on my hood I'm
it up, I don’t want to be at the end
Like kiss, like this, like that
Chain on me light gold is a fact
Like kiss, like this, like that
Dancing on my
busy and the stars for when I'm done
Oh Pavement and dirt roads both walk like streets of gold
When you gotta city spirit and a country soul ooooo
One
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