Lyrics:
the bitches screamin
Gold plates ya we eatin
Fly out bitch I'm leavin in the porche I'm speedin
New drip new closet I flex i stunt on my ex new watch
But
something's for sale, consider it sold
I've got so much gold, I gold plate my gold
I even got a guy to gold plate my cat
I don't regret much, but I do regret
Gold plate on my 2009 Toyota Camry designer
All my friends say it's fire and I'm
So late, sitting in my recliner
Pour myself up a wine, I think
a gold plate chain to me
Asked her who had given it her
An old flame called Vince Taylor
I nearly done a Vince Taylor
Oh, Johnny looked back
You
Graduated, this is real life no gram shit we celebrating
Got the gold plates on our pinky rings you know we made it
We up state, house got a gate,
again
Gold plate lighting my teeth up again
I ain’t never had no reason to bend
I done made a couple songs
Now I got all these friends
Ima re up again
dance?
The way the moon lights up your smile
Gold plate hair that suits those eyes
Your soft skin is in my mind
What about those nights we danced?
The way
like gold plates
I wrote this one on Sunday with no sun rays
Under a grey and blue sky thinking one thing
Be a king by the time that the sun came
Now I
the beam, we all soulmates
Tea makin' us so much cream, we bought gold plates
Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades
It gets messy underneath
that's a gold plate, a gold plate
I go from high highs to low lows, yeah (Ouais ouais ok)
High highs to low lows (Ouais ouais je sais)
I go from high
You get all my time twenty-four eight
Carats on your neck no gold plate
I can take you higher make you levitate
Yea Yea Yea
Shawty got her own bands I'm
rhymes are good
I got a gold name plate that says I wish you would
718, nitty gritty city made me
Flow like dope got these bitches feeling hazy
Don't want
came punching on my side
Don't be too late, won't be making profit
Stay until eight
Lose you like a forfeit
Give you my heart on a hollow, gold plate
Big trucks like a skateboard
Friends say I gotta skate more
Posted up like a claymore
Gold plates and I ain't poor
Big trucks like a skateboard
You can polish all you want to
but the stains will never leave you
you can try to make it show
but we all know
You plate your heart with gold
You
golden plates! (gold plates)
I gunna lead the people! (we head west)
We gotta stick together! (for months)
We gotta help each other! (we will for
Gesetz
Top-notch-bonität, klopf-klopf, „Yo, wie geht's?“
Wir besuchen dich wie Pop Smoke, Home-Invade
Yeah, Gold-Plates auf dem Kobe-Steak
Roli
are
Every time you see me i be in another
Sports car like oh
Ima let the brain go just to show my face
I got a plate of gold
It start with you they say
(ayy)
gwan bad fi di Louis Vuitton bag
Tek rod fi di goods from Seprod
Plus di ceramic tiles and di gold plate door knob
That a go cost you a blow job
rock gold plate say ya up next showed up to late
She dig that shit like a backho
Now drop that ass low an throw it back hoe
Keep the leash tight can't
(ayy)
gwan bad fi di Louis Vuitton bag
Tek rod fi di goods from Seprod
Plus di ceramic tiles and di gold plate door knob
That a go cost you a blow job
I'm the golden child mama beat me down with a gold switch
Guess you can say I got a gold niche
Gold plates for the Kobe steaks
Y'all more silver ain't
One day, one day
Imma get the most of it, most of it
Talking 'bout gold plates, gold plates
Just to eat toast from it, toast from it
Talking 'bout
up in the limelight if the time right
Eatin' off a gold plate it's just part of my respite
Then I'm back to work cause I don't take rest right
No they
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