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letra de 1992 nissan skyline - gold saint

hook:
money got me blind
but ain’t nothing on my mind like you
money got me blind
but ain’t nothing on my mind like you
shining like a crime
in a neon nissan 1992
shining ain’t a crime
unless you in that nissan 1992

pre-verse:
i’m just trying to pay my bills
i’m trying to make move need eat i wanna meal
shawty has the blues that’s why she been poppin pills
father in a pool drinking till his liver filled
probably heard the news, but they never keep it real
new convertible the way she gone escape her feel
ain’t nothing personal she just don’t know how to deal
something surgical how i cut losers off foreal
i’m going vertical, yea i’m climbing up the hill

i might have took a hit
but boxers never count they bruises

they don’t care how you doing
they only care how you do it

i couldn’t follow rules
i had to become the ruler

how the impala moves
whipping how i make maneuvers

verse 1:
i put that on my mom and dem i’m finna get rich
i’m finna cruise your continent up in a stick shift
i want the bread no condiments on my biscuit
unless it’s honey not a drip, i might just dip this
i’m talking money kinda quick, i might just hit l!cks
and when it’s sunny how i grind no time to kickflip
flipping zips b-tch, f-ck you think you got sh-t twisted
i been different
momma told me i’m a misfit
and i can’t miss sh-t
accurate from every distance
keep your distance
i could finish you then this end
like the 6th man of the year
but never benching
only benching
when i’m pushing weight to frenchman
don’t need attention
i just do sh-t with intention
we was fenced in
had my back right where the fence is
i’m not impressed with
nothing use your common senses
90 cents in
side the meter
parking expensive

hook:
money got me blind
but ain’t nothing on my mind like you
money got me blind
but ain’t nothing on my mind like you
shining l like a crime
in a neon nissan 1992
shining ain’t a crime
unless you in that nissan 1992

pre verse:
i was tired of losing
i might have took a hit
but boxers never count they bruises

they don’t care how you doing
they only care how you do it

i couldn’t follow rules
i had to become the ruler

how the impala moves
whipping how i make maneuvers

verse 2:
i put that on my fam and them i’m not a phony
the car i’m driving has bad handling but i still own it
i wanna go far i need a grand and then
i’m going
fools don’t like me i ain’t mad at them
atleast they know me
he gold saint not silver like your spoon for ravioli
want the cheese macaroni
but sometimes you can’t afford it
they see my life like sony
playing on stations in the morning
radio stations want me
but i ain’t patient in the moment
n-ggas been waiting on me
im trying to gain weight get fat i’m growing
i just want my plate i’m hungry
all you can eat buffet no smoking
but you already know i’m smoking
who is gold saint with out an o,z
and i ain’t got time fonking
i stay in traffic cars is honking

- gold saint

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