Lyrics:
so bright
Like my flow, north pole
Mic control quite nice
Gotta gold bottle vice
Keep em coming my advice
Ladies looking lovely
Come get cuddly
I'ma die in gold
I abide the code
Meanwhile, your cats divide, fold, told and got paroled
I ain't callin' you out, just cross the street where you see
a dutch!
Bronsolini, organically I rise to paper
In the purest form, lyrically derived from nature
Like the Amazon, put your cameras on
Watch this
youknowhatimean, to the bodega)
"Said I'm ready now, oh" (let me get a Dutch, and a good wrap
It's so necessary, man, so we can just swing one, you know, yo)
waui cheeba
Even Dionne warwick smokes that dro
Believer in the bob Marley, budda and the ganja
That superb herb greenery mariuana
Columbian gold, puff
1652,
When Dutch ships and traders landed at the southern tip of modern-day South Africa.
Taking all that is rightfully ours,
Ushering in European'
(Atractivo) yeah, say, uh
Uh, come on, lil' bitch, look
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Ayy, ayy, say
All gold Drac', blow off his whole face
Nigga
eye on her
Strange force drawing me to these shores
Blue-eyed woman with the hair of gold
Savage tiger in the lion's den
A hurricane's coming over sea
the winds of the poles
Either that or they lack soul spilling red blood for black gold
Human sacrifice, make me wonder bout nine eleven
What they doin' in
on Septembre 11th
Oh! Something to pay for, next time you take a drag
Of the dutch this city is crushed because boom rips a fag
And the economy is all it down
out we down South
With cats that sell crack gold caps in they mouth
Mom kick me to da curve for holdin' crack in the house
Since it's real in the field,
(hey hey)
When the kids from around the way
Used to come out and play
And the double dutch bus
Had you bumping on down the street
Trying to move
a half a brick, and chew Rainblow Gums
And the color of the Benz will kill ya, it's gold
When it's movin fast it look like silver, I'm low
With the trey
it bust
Who you think that you fooling? You can't be us
Rock all gold like I'm Midas, I can't be touched
And the opps getting played, just like Double
presentation of culture is bulletproof
and hard to touch
Hard to jump it in,
it’s like they introduced to double dutch
hair off they chinny chin chin
my hand
grabbing, can't be passive
All about action, minimums, maxes
Seven figures, golds, platinums
I'm indifferent, muscle spasms when I wrote this shit
I was
drink, smellin' the dank
Gettin' so high, I'm staying awake
Fuck what they say, I'm gonna make
Sense of it all, yeah, I'll never break
Gold on my chain,
the heat
I sip the Phat, that's why I'm sleep
Rose gold in my mouth, bitch, glee
Fuckin' with me, very risky (Hellworld)
Leave a nigga hairline crispy
I put
Behold a Chevy with gold deeds
could these be the headers who made my hooptie look like Swiss cheese
Fools musta turned the lights off and let's get closer
the things that I plan to see
Releasing chi to set me free
Watching everything multiply by three
Blowing a dutch, I've got the Midas touch
Turning everything
you gave a fuck
Baby if you gave a fuck
Maybe we could make it up
But you keep me jumpin
Like I'm out here playin double Dutch
Let me give you
Zey
Keys got The Keys
The Black And Gold Boy
Guess I check you later Roos
Indundi Boss
Before everything don't care am living my dreams
We on every
I'm "The Dream" Hakeem Olaijuwon Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Posted at the bar with a lean spittin' bars
Hittin good green I smoke Dutch Master cigars
Playin
a chameleon
In 5 more years I'll cop a lakehouse with a gold plated pavilion
A chill homie but with this mic I'm a murderous civilian
Serving this for villains
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