Lyrics:
Painting pictures with flows, red rose, gold coals, breadwinner
Cooking my dinner on dime made of soul
When i open a show, it's a dead headliner
Go
--HOOK (1x)
Verse 3:
She drop it drop it / lock it pop it, Mesmorizing with them hips
Stock body, 6-speed, she walk by might crash the whip
Kit loaded
to put the work in
Focus on the goals in front of you, don't worry how it end
Twenty three and twenty four were only known as numbers way back when
But
been running laps all day, training like olympians
Get it by any means, that's mentality of a champion
Pull up causing madness, yeah I got the sword,
of titanium (I’m solid)
Fire away, fire away (Bang)
Heart made of titanium and yours made out of plastic
Blind by jealousy and want to break it, but it won’t
in the booth
And ain't you comfortable
I get that pussy wet
And every time I make that money that's a solid bet
Ain't I as smooth as ever
Every day I
down to my last, it still get split in three
Thinking bout the passed days, sometimes it be like that
No lights in the night, looking for a midnight
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
thinking upward in my cranium
Heavy Metal in my veins it runs
Liquid gold with cold uranium
I can power up a UFO and
I won't lose control
I hold my weight in
fun
Wild child, I was twenty three born again
When I heard Aretha sing
Just a little piece of a good thing
My evolution, my evolution
Heart stolen by
the questions
Could you bet on me boo
Would you bet on me boo
When she eat the bone I be in zone just like three-two
She solid through the pressure love me more
that stormy Cape will be his living tomb,
He's doomed to ride the ocean for ever and a day,
And he tries in vain his oath to keep by entering Table Bay.
bitches that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
Back when my
Shaken by dreams
Am I loose at the seams
When I'm feening the healing
Always something I'm needing
Taken aback by the brunt of it all
Keeping track
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
to Heart, and his Trey to Spade
Three Kings with the legions come
And preparations soon where made
They voted Club the days commander
Gave him an army face
nothing
These city streets still wear the scars
Of the boomtown built in the hurry of a gold rush
Day by day, stone by stone
This piece of land is
thing sebey' qhamukela
Popping wheelies like a young Shukela
On my dynamite Diepkloof
Riding by peace too
Out of sight cish' uth' ungbambe kanti inina
Gold digger
Hoe killer
Soul filler
Gold digger, lied about the love she want a 4 figure
Hoe killer, coulda done the same but I was no quitter
Soul
snapping like a dog on loose
Yeah
Spent a few years out in Germany
Used to go by AE Thirty-Three
Everything I learned really came through adversity
I haven't
at the end of the day
He know that he can trust in his boys
Chapter three
Baggage claim, hurry the fuck up
Askin' TSA, "Is that conveyor belt stuck
really go Rambo
Hit from the back got her singing falsetto
I'm in first place think I need gold medal
Imma go 2-3 I feel like Lebron
Told you quit
love
Anywhere you go
Yes, you know that I will follow
Anywhere you go
I will be right by you
Flower bloom or snow
Copper-plated, solid gold
Honda Civic
Discuss these solid gold by 3 day wheely Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In