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Mixing what I know
She got a heart of stone but damn that body's fucking gold
Fixing up my eyes
And patching up my soul
I know you down to ride girl just

Getting rich quick like I run the Ozarks
With the gold bars
I'm fixing this old car
Cause the drive's still there, equipped with a ghost heart
Play my own

for it
I'm not a monster, no, I'm not a monster
I just do what I have to get rich

Gold-plated and razor-shaped

Brain washer, mind deleter
Katie

he fixing to sell his soul
Man it's like he struck gold
Only five years old
Brother fixing to get rolled
Devils uncontrolled
Then I look right at him

I am whole
I ain't taking no prisoners
Imma suggest you put your tricks on a hold
Coz I ain't just fixing to be gold
I am focused on going diamond

that literally
Niggas ain't getting no money that shit ain't no mystery
I was broke and in misery
But ain't no one was fixing me
All this gold on my neck

I need gold
I need louis
I need fixing on my soul
She got attitude
Don't get it
Its been really outta control
Never chasing not a runner
Niggas know

I'm switching up gears and I'm fixing to change.
Can't noone stop me my flow is ungodly but not in the biblical way. 
Not in the biblical way.
Man I'm

a repost, fuck gold, just need the spiritual
Gimme mo', ohhh
Feed my soul, ohhh, ohhh
Don’t wanna hit a pipe to fix a pipe, try fixing up the well
Don’t need

Yellow gold, white gold
Rose gold, platinum
Yellow gold, white gold
Rose gold, platinum
Yellow gold, rose gold
I sip until the drink gone
Until I

Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them boys
Why I bury over gold
Screwed up clique
Make the dollars fold
Got to hurt them

the digits I'm fixing not slipping
I'm producing and shipping these beats I'm getting them out
I know you stay running your mouth you ain't getting no amounts

get hurt
When you doing all that telling telling
Playboy ain't no rich nigga
Fixing to be a made man when I reach six billions
Yeah a real ass nigga

Ship of Gold

Clutch

The Elephant Riders

1998

clearly.
Believe I'm fixing to die. 
When you're living in the country it's, "why, oh why?"

Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home.

Look over yonder

still fuckin here
I’m plotting, this is my year
Through the good there’s going be bad
Better hold me back for I’m fixing to go rogue
But thru the good

Bad bitch keep on doing the most
New rims keep on spinning they gold
Big gas only thing that I smoke
Never put any trust in a hoe
Hold on wait why

a baddie little mama a low bender 
Fixing to make me a play man I need me like four rentals 
And no I ain't fucking for free I'm a gold digger
Sound good

Step by step I get
Get a little closer
Closure from this mess
And no matter how I try
I can't forget
I'm not done
Fixing up
My broken armour
My broken

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
I came home and I threw on a gold chain to do this
Oh why'd you do that?
Naw not to be braggadocious cuz
Word?
This just

broke to many times that I had enough. Yea my heart aint soft yea it’s really rough. I need some fixing like Doc Mcstuffins you know I need fixing up. I’m

Workin' On

Colt Ford

Thanks for Listening

2014

of jeans
That don't have a ring in the back pocket
Laughing at myself, admitting when I'm wrong
That's what this gold ol' boy's gonna go out workin'

Tell me who allowed
Burr and Diesel to link
Fixing a wave
Hoping that you that y'all don't sink
Made it ourselves
So it's sounding unique
Gonna hit

riches
She fixing my heart with no stitches
She a magician she grants all my wishes
I think she grew up with some witches
Cannot replace don't care bout no

knows I've tried
But gettin' over her's like

Fencin' in an eagle, flyin' with an angel
Finally findin' gold at the end of the rainbow
I'd push