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letra de white gold - alexander anderson

verse 1:
white gold
white gold
white gold
white gold
my girls wet
i don’t do it for the cash so you can hold ya check
place your bets on me, and you will not regret
guaranteed to slay the match like no contest
we ain’t in hillcrest, and this ain’t pleasant hill
walk into the jewelry store like b-tch you know the drill
cup of liquid gr-ss be over flowin just might spill
catch you reaching for my white gold comin’ for the k!ll!
got it for my boo but now i’m showing you
was just talking in the club but now she’s blowing you
dream came true, she came through
she’s ’bout to screw, suckin’ on my cheeba chew
white gold in my mouth versace on my back
popo see me ballin be like where’s the crack
critics gossip talkin like i sold my soul
on a roll smokin’ bowl drippin white gold

chorus:
i rock the white gold
you spot the white gold
we rockin’ white gold
ya’ll flock to white gold
i walk in white gold
i got the j rolled
we rollin’ white gold
my gold be too cold
i rock the white gold
you spot the white gold
we rockin’ white gold
ya’ll flock to white gold
i walk in white gold
i got the j rolled
we rollin’ white gold
my gold be too cold

verse 2:
white gold on my mind
bright diamonds in my shine
sunshine for the white gold
welo opals in my bloodline
white gold for my valentine
frankenstein with the white gold
i’ve created a monster
i’ve debated a sponsor
real n-ggas on the roster
showing money like a mobster
still a martyr getting hotter
still snappin’ like a lobster
too honest for you fake n-ggas
i’ma harness my potential
ain’t spillin’ no secrets n-gga
i’m movin’ confidential
i’m ridin’ presidential
my music is sequential
i sample myself n-gga
my vision celestial
ya’ll too judgemental
i’ma do it for my d-mn self
my boo my crew n-gga
my mood sentimental
i’m a s-x symbol with the gold
i’ma write a check and ya fold
white gold in my mouth
homie you already know
been ready to explode
my riddles you decode
midnight knowledge bestowed

verse 3 (kal dirt):
i rock the white gold
i cut it like lipo
i beat it like michael (i beat it, i beat it)
and you just a typo (no)
yeah i don’t recycle
yeah i’m just a psycho
k!ll the sh-t with my eyes closed
trip on water now my eyes froze
i just took off with yo b-tch
i spilled some sauce on my wrist
no you do not want no drama
i told you i’m with all the sh-ts
when you shoot your shot it’s a miss
when i shoot my shot it goes swish
i whip with the pop of my fist (b-tch)
she suck on my d-ck with a lisp (b-tch)
i swerve in a lot with a foreign
she don’t f-ck with you cuz’ you boring
i am so high that i’m dormant
you just a doorman
i do not lie on recording
white gold on my grill like a foreman
i am so hot that i’m soaring
i might just cop a delorean
turn your -ss into a target
take a look a what you started
i’m the sh-t just like i farted
spillin’ lean up on my carpet
yeah yeah got the white gold
i was sleepin’ in a van tho’
stuck in the cut went camo
dirt never runnin’ out of ammo

- alexander anderson

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