Lyrics:
hoes you niggas can't afford
Bellaire Rose, they thought I'd go gold, wouldn't sell anything more
They thought I'd fail, they thought I'd fold
Go
change under the weather, it got a little cold, too iced out
You can hardly see the gold,
that's the way a nigga rock now, don't stop now
Still
drink inside my cup
This can't be for one person
Too much weed inside my dutch
Right now I'm high, i'm floatin'
Forgettin' all the times we had
Our ups
looking for
By separating what is mine from yours.
Pretty soon I'll be the one you hold
At bay.
And then forever I'll be good as gold
If I may.
I
S-classes
Chrome kitted up, calicones lit it up
I didn't get touched, checkin' my nuts, I stood up and lit a Dutch
Clutchin' gats, quick to bust
But
and hutch
While my rims blinding, while p rolling the dutch
Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out
Haha (I'm gonna fucking kill you)
Uh, IMAX some shit motherfucker, yeah, suck my dick
Hey, ayo, I'm 'bout to start gambling with Ambien, I'm dutch
to hater Ville
On some 24 omegas and gator grill fuck a twist
Fuck you bitch, I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch
Roman gold shine so hard niggaz
The wrist is sickle, the 9 is nickled (damn)
The inside tan, the outer pickle (woo!)
The dutch is rolled, the 'gnac is poured (aight)
You running your
Latifah: Are you gonna pass
The dutch or not?
Blood clots from smoking with jamaican girls
She so curvy, curve me, know it's Dirty
I'm not cleanin' up any
of control
Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole
I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it ain't come back raw, you
cover the smoke alarms and doors.
See I smoke alone, I need gra** like lawn mowers.
Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time,
and I burn mine, don't
you in the streets of gold
Saying well done son come back home
Lost in the world where you're all alone
With that fake love, don’t call my phone
My soul
the roof
I kept the price tags on
Cause I just paid my dues
Black on my matte shades
Chrome on the lens
I got gold frames
Came up from hard
Bang!
Pull up
the roof
I kept the price tags on
Cause I just paid my dues
Black on my matte shades
Chrome on the lens
I got gold frames
Came up from hard
Bang!
Pull up
B.G Savage
SoCal Savages
Late night chillen, gold chain hidden
You already know we muthafuckin winnin
Fat Blunt backwoods we hitting
Don't fuck with
Yeah we is them road pirates, out in the open we go violent
Ain't trynna go viral, hiding the gold where you won't find it
Call me a low life, no
Grew up sellin dope
We was sellin dope
Re-up in the coat
We got different goals
Nigga money all i know
Worth my weight in gold
Bussed the wrist down
Ain't Got No Watch - LYRICS
I ain't got no watch
I got no bling
I ain't got no shiney shoes on my feet
I ain't got no gold grill in my teeth
I ain't
Rob Snow
Legendary track you gotta check that
Go look em up
It'll get you off your feet like
Jump up
And double dutch
Give me a time frame
I'm like
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y'all
I might cop a gold Cuban link or maybe platinum
Wrist
Water water water water water
Dripped out on my white tee
Dripped out on my white tee
Dripped
Tried to show em love but they all hated chea
My old lady she be X rated, fam
Why ya chain look gold plated woah
Heading to the top ain't no more
gold and cant nobody
Tell me nothing different
Just ride with me get lifted
Yeah I aint ever left, but I'm back again
it's the kid coolridge, you know
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