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robe, Persian rug crocodile birkin
I sit on velvet couch
Rest my arm on Mongolian fir
In this life I ain't playing fair
Alpaca hide on my back
Hot air

Breathe in Breathe Out

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

she my caddy
'Cause she grabbed my golf balls in the club
And I'm still actin' calm than a mug
She asked, "Can you drive me and the hundreds where my

Born N Raised

Rick Ross

Carol City's King

2008

the car but you know I be pushin' the white. 
Dippin' Chevy in syrup, 
Digital dash, 
No bank accounts, 
My money in bags. 
Go do the physics, 
Cause

don’t even know where to begin

You wore a little white skirt
As you ran through the city
Pulling me by my shirt
And as the lights went out you began

walked through a tunnel for what felt like hours
Found myself in a cavern
Full of blackened flowers
Saw miles of buck naked bodies at play

I put my robe

100 Joints

2 Chainz

ColleGrove

2016

coupe
Put gold on the white tooth
Put gold on my wife too

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred

100 Joints

2 Chainz

ColleGrove

2016

coupe
Put gold on the white tooth
Put gold on my wife too

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred

to this day (free)
R.I.P. my migo P, my nigga dead in the grave (P)
And I dare a fuck nigga come and try me today (bah-bah)
Abracadabra his face
Quavo

times, rap
Ratatat on your motherfucking back
Niggas know how I do it, A$AP
Gold chains, bitches give me brain
And I’m insane in the membrane man
Niggas

Sauga City trill one time

On my way downtown for the girl who got the guarantee
Man I kill the town, seven seater in the Cherokee
White on white

Silverbacks you stay max and later grady

Passport Kingz flex all around the globe
Hand, wrist, neck like a pot of gold
Silk robes and minks like the OG's
36

about taking you overseas, ain't hanging locally
Get on the road for me, you're gold to me

Now I dream about midnight summers in the city of love
(Yeah,

West Side is the town you will see me
Run through the city with the gold weed
Stop by my crew my homies
Ain't gonna do much just smoke weed

West

Tell em gimme all or nothing
I want everything (I want everything)
Married to the game
I need a wedding ring (Need a wedding ring)
Gold in my mind

I was floating through the city, couldn't feel the ground

I was pulled from the sun to be left in the shade
Held my head in my hands felt my energy

Tones of matches are crammed in small boxes of the city 
Under the repression of the poet in 1950 
 
And they will throw firewood at us, pouring hot

The Cremation of Sam McGee

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your

run in my cup
Rose gold like a band-aid over my cut
Tailored in plush and corrupt, no discussion

Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand
City

We getting it done on the a team
Gold chains on bitch I pity a fool
Get a bag get a bag
No friends only family
In Baltimore city ducking goblin

banging in em in my white T
Graduated from parole where’s my robe , cap and gown , from the bottom of my class To the baddest in the town , I’m the queen

On the merry-go-round |in an inhuman race
\Eye of gold thigh of blue
True is false who is who?
Curl of lip swirl of gown
Ace of hearts face of clown

Faces drink it in

the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, the axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is

gold in my teeth

just another white boy on a beat
no flow
go white boy, go white boy, go
don't know shit when it comes to the beat
no confidence
always

Candy paint sleigh
With an all gold trim
Fuzzy red hat
With an all white brim
Flyin’ through your city
Presents dropping
Christmas in the air
Jingle