Lyrics:
I for praise ?
I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of 49
In the days
gold g-gold gold
Gold g-gold gold gold i love the gold
Gold g-gold gold gold get the gold
Gold g-gold gold gold i love the gold
Gold g-gold gold
Butcha
Ride his face like a merry go round
Moan in his ear he loves my sound
Press me bitch i'll get my hounds
Dick was 'Euro' measured by pounds
Fuck with
the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real
Get a smack in your face, cause I hurt up, traumatize, llama
Bust shells, destroy yet
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
To survive the all around wars (so)
Battle up, or saddle up and shake the scene
Or get your pockets shaken clean, slugs in your spleen
I can't help it (uh
Gator Bait, Gator Bait, It is Brandon that I hate
Tail-less monkey big mistake, wishes he was 5 foot 8
Gator Bait, Gator Bait, Trying to be Andrew
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
You fuck around get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around
You fuck around get smoked, nigga
You fuck around get smoked
Uh, niggas know
say that ill make it they say its a hobby
They say that ill probably just make it in town
But fuck all that noise that they talking about
I get around
Ugh, I got too high trynna get back
I got too high trynna get back down
Aye
Yo what up Andrew
ItzCrae!
I got too high trynna get back
I got too
About an hour north of Melbourne
By the mountains in the bush and scrub
There is a little town called St Andrews
With a big old country pub
And I
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Fascinated by the facets of me I hated
The beauty that I kept shaded
You brought the sun around
Said I'm too good to be on the ground
You wanna hold me,
Tryna get that light to glow
In my soul I feel it burnin’
That’s fosho
Never gonna settle
Even when I see that Grammy gold
That grammy gold that grammy
damn town
Shit, nigga, and blaze another pound
A cash pack, nigga, gotta move around
I don't fuck with you clowns
Hold my hip weight by four pounds
to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her
to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her
on my brow, let's settle it now
I'mma show you how real cowboys get down
I'm polishing gold, waiting for this drama to unfold
I got a blunt rolled
a
Swim
Call me Micheal Phelps
Guaranteed to a
Win
Gold Gold Gold Gold
Gold Gold Gold Gold
I gotta get you to the crib
I gotta stick in your ribs
I gotta
ass driving a dusty ass whip
Come on man
Get the fuck outside that whip
And commit some grand theft auto
And I ain't talking about the bird eye view
I'm next
They don't want me to stay humble but get pressed when I talk that flex
Man came out the jungle, these ain't no Gucci snakes all around my neck
to bed with the condom on
2 bitches by ma side
under ma pillow is gun
Ya niggaz can't test me
Ya know i'm tough
Andrew Awadey ma nigga got to take off
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