Lyrics:
as well call me Juice, cause I walk in armored danger
Green flags what I throw, cause them boys stay dangerous
Man, I'm hoppin' out the pill, got a Glock
When I own the ring, all the titles, and the fucking promotion
Woo, De La Hoya baby my face golden, hold up
At the Hoya game with a straight roller, hold
I’m out here getting to the bread
And my shawty waiting for me at the house on the bed
Soon as i get home I’m on some shit
Kiss you on your lips fall
the wound, the warm blood and said, "Oh my, I'm hurt."
Then slowly she rose to her feet and asked Maxwell, as if he could answer, "How long was I out, boy
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Aisha Heightz baby would you marry me
Bring your finger mek mi put di golden ring
Miss you inna mi arms , kiss your forehead
Promise you'll gimme
gettin started, this a reason why deez niggaz lookin jus to hate on me
X
Nigga I won’t fall off
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Young nigga imma ball out
X
Quarantine in the gault house
lies out of the air
If you’re gonna grab me by the hair
Pretend that you care
Can’t make sense of what you say
And I can’t hold on another day
Grab
Bless this day
Pinnacle of joy
Boy unites with boy
The heart leaps up to behold
This golden day
Today is for Jamie
Jamie, I give you the rest of my
suckers don't pay the tax (brra)
I can never fuck with a broke bitch
Unless they bring the scratch (my nigga)
Hoppin' out the '64, golden D's
a sea of opps
I'm drowning out the lost
Era of the fully awoken the eyes are open
They fall deeper in the coma Burn us in the cauldron
Wetter than
about to make freedom ring
5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine tre
I'm down with them Geto Boys so make my motherfucking day
The 5th Ward Boys
nigga shit
[MC Ren]
Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town
This nigga shit make the world go round
It's that black
the starch
Get out your pliers
To straighten out the stars
Like you told me about the French boy
With his golden yarn
Maybe we are meant to be the tangled part
A Puerto-Rican nigga name Moe, plus J-Kooly (My lil bro) he go by Saturn though
Yeah, I'm stepping out with the boys, looking like a unit (Ha-ha)
Dripping to hard
and the critical wack MC's
separate the ocean, and throw em in between
Grab my nuts, hold em, becaues they're golden
with more wins than Hulk Hogan
It's the future,
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation
He said I wasn't shit that I was soon to fall
I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said
Yeah
No more loses I'm coming back and I ain't never leaving
Set some records like I'm golden state in every season
Cut off some people but it's
all night run it up a nigga waitin
I really Hate to be the one that you need
And when you call I’m not there when the phone rings
Grab a single Vega
know the government of Canada got issues
Entitlement is false, tell em grab a tissue
We're too easily offended and we always apprehended by the cuffs
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
lot
Course I like to watch it
And walk up to the function
Doja go me feelin' good
Tellin' my boys that it's jumpin'
Hop out the ride
And let them clouds
a golden ring
All I wanna do is walk away with my peace of mind
All I wanna do is write my anthem
And restore the mind
Is it, is it possible for me to change
them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk
Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying
When they move that, more whip whop arriving
And my connect from
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