Lyrics:
eyes they the same color as garlic butter
Look at my guys, look at my guys, they off that Goldschlager
It's a daily routine, I mean, I mean we do this
tha saga, marijuana blunts and goldschlager
With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie
Don't even bother, the radio for back-up
lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of Goldschlager
A pack of licorice, lick 'em and lock 'em zig-zags
A hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet
Pradas
Plus the gold standard, my gold diggers and Goldschlager
Two minds craft, so me and Marlon can craft a monster
That chupacabra, the shooter come
flag, she show stoppin'
Tag poppin', no cold rocks in the Goldschläger
Persona so proper, not even the stove hotter
After the bankrolls no chasin'
I'd so rather
Eat a nigga cause he's sweeter than a glass of Goldschlager
Poor rappers, here on y'all won't matter
And I'm out braggin' every
all'Inferno ti diranno: "Benvenuto"
Goldschlager and some hash in Licata, Adidas sweatsuit
And a mull in a park, this is my cardinal
Blowing goshes, call
Goldschlager and Sailor Jerry
Note paper and proper "putty tat" vision. My kind of merry
Making. When it's hot she's shaking, or winter and got them leggings
Goldschläger
Been Coppin ice
From da profits in my Cold wallet
Spot your head like Rasheed
Every pistol gon hold Wallace
Boy before shopify
We made wireless
Ashes to gold
Ashes to gold
Ashes to gold
Ashes to gold
Ashes to gold
Ashes to gold
Ashes to gold
Drink another
Shot of Goldschlager
Take another hit
monde qui pensent qu’la coke c’est glamour
Avec ma Goldschläger, gros swagger, Polo Lacoste
Classy comme un Floridien bronzé à Boca Raton
Grosse manœuvre
Jamesons
Nothing gets ruled out
Goldschlager? Why not
Jagermeister too?
Put em in a one-sip glass
Cure what ails you
Everybody boo-hooin'
Bout these colder
hallucination visions from the stuff that we be takin'
Raidin liquor stores, do everything it is for takin'
Goldschlagers, dont even
Like to taste it throwin'
strode with giants the globetrotter
Spit Goldschläger and molt' lava
The old father of flows
There's no one that goes harder
I'm the Al-Qaeda style writer
the circle rides the spot
T-Dot represent, slap my northwest connects
Rascalz they make the cash flow indeed
Yo, I down the Goldschläger, Big C puffs
This is the soundtrack to kill your stepfather
Leave the faggot unconscious and douse him in Goldschlager
Light the match, now kick him till he
of Goldschlager shot by shot by shot
[Repeat: x 2]
He gets on that great highway
Doesn't want to be anywhere
He's an easy mark
She lays down in the grass
doch ich
Spiele Golf - "Golf, golf"
Mit einem Golfschläger aus Gold - es
Ist ein Goldschläger - "Gold, gold"
Ich smoke Weed in 'nem Weed-Paper und ich
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