Lyrics:
Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me
Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know, they got it goin' on
Uh Shaggy
Hey sexy lady, I like
once, couldn't give a shit, damn or fuck about 'em
Hit Canal Street, real as a gold medallion
Smokin' blunts in front of public housing
Wildin' 'til
Jimmy)
Skippin' chemistry now I'm a chemist (a chemist)
Ain't no cap in my rap know I live it (no cap)
We spend rackies on Gallery denim (denims)
We
Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me
Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know, they got it goin' on
Uh Shaggy
Hey sexy lady, I like
catch the Kiss performance later with the L.O.X.
We real raw-my dog collar signin' with the are and are
Fuck with me you blow up with your car, (?)
the rhyme
They want to get paid, cause it's hard times
I got patience, meditation
Helps creation, and correlation
Is takin its toll in platinum and gold
I get
is the binary hive mind
And the restraint that it takes, not to stick ourselves
Into every abstract object on the gallery shelves
Then the trapper
me and my shawty and we riding for ever
Wasn't looking for no pot of gold but still I found the treasure
I ain't rich yet but I still give thanks for
suits listening
When I'm on the phone
Shimmer girls and soldiers know the code
Caution takes the fun out of the gold
(Fun out of the gold, fun out
got to
The first-row
Center
And that performance
Changed my life
Sports and soccer
Were cool
But this
That feeling
You know
Let me
Let me take a step
What's the what's up
Got my funds up
Let your guns bust
Roll the runtz up, aye
Serving all day like a lunch truck, yeah
Gold I got on ain't got no
job, you start your own band
Your performances are in high demand
Your life is no longer bland
But it's fool's gold, it's goblin fruit
So tempting, so
down fall
Bitches wanna duck when the down n out
Don't Try to fuck with me when u see
Diamond ring
Gold chain
Money phone
Hella fame
Niggas fake
Pharrell's diamond-studded gold
Chain that sit's fat
As a tow rope at the edge
Of the mixing board ocean, dressed in
A gray Supreme hoodie, jeans
And black
already smudged
Can't take off dress
'Til I've done all the performances
Need to be a perfect girl
To catch all the cameras here
How beautiful when I
gallery wall its like not a wave crash
similar to last or next heckle me not already doctored by regrets gray rain
beligerant fragments bomb acid
they've compounded your Lexus
Circus shopping, shoplifting a gold necklace
The young teen screen queen
Is always to be seen on the party scene being
time for His encore performance
Hey, good morning
Hey, oh, good morning
Good morning
Good morning (fuck that shit)
On the wake up
Dreaming every
Feel the fire where she walks
Lola Montez, so beautiful
Shady and a tempered dame
Blinding your eyes with her spider dance
Her performance
Feel the fire where she walks
Lola Montez, so beautiful
Shady and a tempered dame
Blinding your eyes with her spider dance
Her performance
the tragedy menacing
Paid the cash and gold for soulful poetry medicine (Bout time)
The pen and paper to pot of gold
Epinephrine rush to send me straight
Girl, I was just wandering
From the edge of the states
Met you in a gallery of obscenities
In time, it seems so surreal
That two plebs like us could
Honies like Mona Lisa in my gallery
Tryna get a nice crib, that's comfortable
But I got too many obstacles
Mama said anything's possible
I told her these
Ain't no sunshine, ain't no good time
I feel the weight of it all
Ain't no gold mines, only flat lines
It's just the silence of it all, it speaks
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