Lyrics:
the flavor that I'm kicking
And I'm down to start messing with the gold, you see
I been breaking down pounds on them Lortab 10's
On a bar and a half,
gold
Denzel Roberts to the world what's up
Wow wow
This little light of mine, I’m trying to let it glow
Wow wow
Menya mi jw3t33 imma flip it into gold
and gold hair you would think they Minnesota Vikings
Hoes that we may be liking but ones that we ain't never wifing
I flip from state to state and city
of gold
The July sky, so high moon shining by the river side
Stealing hearts and running wild
In our own little world, Tennessee boys and girls running
Shh the baby is sleeping
A blind date with CNN a click ouch
A click of beer man, that's the 10 year old
Motherfucking deep space evil
Nine
amazing
Baby, yeah, I taste it
Trust it, since my favorite so I had to tame it
Throw that triangle, I had to J and dame it
Splashin' on me, got a nigga
I'm no king, don't bow to me
That's wack get loud for I'm back
The out city a rap
, pickin' white gold
Her lips are soft as a cotton in a hand
And side by side we're makin' our plans
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold
There's a little
Sandy, baby tell me what's the damn plan
Baby I'm next at the Grammy's cuz' all of my hits be a grand slam
Thought it was a stunt grab the little pump
ain't fuck what you mean playa
(Juicy J)
Playas from tha Hollywood
Evergreen is my hood
Smokin' city
Show them gold teeth
Ridin' in tha woods
T on the beat make your shit blow
Cause my shit gold, told you once before
I'm all about cash if you ain't then go
I put on for my city yeah that's for sho
Known
She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
(Hey, hey) I doubt she'd even let the devil buy her little black book
City Hall would probably fall
Black Hoodie, Black Pants, Black Slides, That's Road Gear (Yeah)
Yes This Westside I Own Here (Westside)
Ice Buffies That's Gold Here (Ice, Ice)
Mink
the Bone as if I've run out of money
(I need some money in this bitch)
and yes it's funny and this gold they come and welcome me home
Right through that
Harmony
Here and everywhere
Won’t you come along with me
And soon we’ll be right there
Wigman and the Rest continues :
Wigman:
Baby that’s New York City
and now there ain't no way you ain't hearin' me now.
It's just a simple little flow but the lyrics is wild,
I'm going gold I'll be on the open road for
a guarantee that he won't forget me
My body little, my soul is heavy
My little titties be bookin' cities all around the world
They be fucking wit' me
I'm
fancy car
I said "Dopeman Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pound and I sell'em for grams
I don't sell crack I sell coke bitch I'm a star
and your fancy car, I said
I said "dope man Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pounds and I sell 'em for grams
I don't sell crack or sell coke
a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer, and that sun shining down
Like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road
These are the days of gold
baby's mamma knee's on my carpet
Any larceny on me will get you reaped by my marksmen
Grab up on my iron then we're going Tony Starking
Then hop up in
and gold plate things
Cause I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be sour
The ladies know I'm the man with the power
And now that you know a little more
Make bread 'cause I'm coming with that dopeness
Ay, yo
Baby I'm super duper, super dope, oh
I feel like I'm made of solid gold
Ay, yo
Baby I'm
everyone's a city kid, not everybody city lives
Break your fucking lip if you keep talking all that negative
Come Sinner with that better shit, you downer like
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