Lyrics:
the commotion
I'm 'bout to push it further, nigga, rub it in with lotion
So many posed to be holding me
Totally foes to me gold to the Protege
His quota be
It's that young beastie nigga
Brrr hah stick em
It's still no fitteds, Dupont finish
Courtside tickets, a Laker in my City
Purple like Grimace roof
cook
Who on the stove now
Pooty Tang flow, I could make a hit with no sound
Bottom row flow don't be blinded by the gold crowns
Ghetto got more
GORGISSIMA:
Everyone you lost will find you in the city of gold.
YUPPIE #2:
This is how it feels to have it all:
Ten years' real-world time
YUPPIE #3:
No
out watch a mafucka go
I just wanna float smoke some mafuckin Oz
I just wanna flow down this mafuckin' coast
I just wanna row by my mafuckin' owns
I
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
where they raised me
Aye, I'mma do it for the city
Too hot on the mic ain't nobody getting near me
Yeah! I'mma do it for the city
Second album coming out
Do you like what you see
The mother of the night
Red and gold over me
My name in city lights
Nobody besides me
Drunk with the spirit, I
Burn the sky,
theres a weed odor
Last time i told you im not going to buy your gold
Got people in this city its windy when its cold
Lots of love sure enough fucck it
Take my wrist
Dipped in gold
Take my bitch
Drip her in gold
Wrist on froze
Chick too cold
Whip too cold
You should know what I want
Take my
And the gambling commissioner's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
And everything dies, baby that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday it comes back
Put
Heart of the city don't beat
In the picture on your postcard
It beats hard (beats hard)
The feelings of the city ain't captured
In the pictures
and together we'll leave
A first class trip to diamond city
(First class trip)
A first class trip to diamond city
(So many diamonds baby)
Platinum gold silver
Uh yea
So tired of the city, the bullshit stay with me, can't push it all back
Uh yea
I hate when they see me, they ask all these questions like how
the Midi gold frame
Crime in the city but the city won't say
Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane
I'm a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane
I'm
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of their teeth
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies, someday
everyday
Check the fuckers gold
And if a nigga die today
We gon' build some more
Call the nigga by the store
We gon' fix his phone
And call the nigga lockin
They said I wouldn’t make it then I later made it
The album bouta take off cause I had to wait off
Imma spin around your ends we won the face off
this whole album in my bedroom closet
And I'm coming with the thump that can thump yo noggin
I was raised off that cotton and I got to know, got to know
you ballin from the bleachers
Cash me out Danielle
All gold no features
Calvin on sag when I wanna
While I puff on Marijuana
Body yo verse you
Walk up in this bitch do my dance real pretty
Fuck a nigga I don't really care if you miss me
Got gold chains on more lit up than the city
Millie
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