Lyrics:
I'm exhausted by this city life
Too many men in pinstripes
Taxi cabs and the club late night
Somewhere there's always a fight
They say chin up girl
life, fire of my loins
Be a good baby, do what I want
Light of my life, fire of my loins
Gimme them gold coins, gimme them coins
And I'm off
had high hopes, it was all downhill
Life flying by like I was standing still
I'm a little nobody from the middle of nowhere
Gotta get home, I know I
day/ Lonely nights are gone /
I will be okay I gotta move on/ My love like gold diamonds/
Lighting cigarettes to calm
We’re at the point of no return/
I be the juice
I be the sauce
Gimme your love
Baby unlock
I be the real, Celine on top
I be the juice
I be the sauce
Mi na by force
Gimme your love
you know what I mean
And I'd be tickled, tickled pink and rosy-cheeked
By the red hot white lies that you speak
The pot o' gold at the end of my rainbow
'em and their greed
Oh I
I saw you tried
I will never ever
Forget that
you was trying
To burn my pride
(To burn my pride)
Blinded by
the gold
I will
myself in, trun trun trun
I turn myself out. outside and in
Gimme gimme real sugar
I don't wanna climb no walls
boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian
Gimme that, puttin my city up on the map
Whippin up dope, bars crack
Smoke n mirrors, in the back
Give you the real, nothing wack
Taking what's mine
that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars
boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian
Every morning I wake up by your side
Ohh my feeling is so strong I cannot hide
I want to hold you every second that I live
And when you ain't next
it
I'm asphyxiated with them little gold coins that keep my heart spinning
I know you got it,
I'm emasculated by the lack of gold coins that keep my
and gold
Great plains, hardcore scenes
May not be the biggest but, lord, they're mean
And though my mind has been shot to hell
The details of that
rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Roll up ey
Roll up ey
Roll up ey
The maryjane or the indica
Roll up J's Malawi Gold ruling Africa
Rolling
follow me now if you want it on
Salute at ease, then you carry on
Nigga drop and gimme fifty if you do it wrong
I'm into weapons I control the dome
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
fresh out the lemonade
Ice blast chilling, cuz you i'm a villain
Kinda like pulling up on a yacht
Fuck the real ones, yea right, fuck the robots
Gimme
ououhohohhhhh (Let me take you home)
Gimme african love ououhohohhhh (Gimme african love)
Let me take you home ououhohohhhh (Lemme take you home)
Give you african
a better me
Vibes, vibes, vibes, vibes, vibes
It's all about the vibes tell me what's the vibe
Tell me what's the vibe it's all about the vibes
Gimme vibes,
Uh, I mean, damn, me and you, forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (understand)
I'll die for 'em, gimme
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
It's 3 o'clock in the morning and you asked if I was up
I could tell by the light on my phone that you was ready to fuck
And I was craving your body
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