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letra de fool's gold - golden goldies

[intro: gold d]
ay, this is gold d, and this sh-t’s about spud, the motherf-cker that sold his gold, you know what i’m saying’?

[verse 1: gold d]
ay yo spud, you claim that you’re golden
but if i see him, i’ma roll him
straight in the batter then the deep fryer
and turn his ass into motherf-ckin’ french fries
so you’d say [?]
when you know you only sport gold-plated rings
you used to front, your sh-t ain’t real
now i’m goin’ there, you get peeled
anyway your crunchy ass is gettin’ old
the only gold you’re gonna get is [?] mcdonald’s
gold d’ll tell ya how it is
golden spud needs to grow up ’cause he’s just a kid

[verse 2: rold gold]
another motherf-cker played me out
he jacked my style and split it
[?] from rold gold’s hands
spud’s on the mighty trick
he’s paid, laid, made the grade
for now you know it’s true
but once you diss the rold gold
your whole career is through
kid rock learned to be wack from me
esham learned about cr-p from me
blackman learned to be black from me
and look where they are now
[chorus: golden jelly]
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)

[verse 3: golden jelly]
fool’s gold, you [?]-ass b-tch
you hopped on your gold just to get rich
real goldies spend every penny they got on gold
f-ck ’em, fat [?]
not you, you f-ckin’ potato
you’re just like old j’s boy [?]
you sold out on the first chance you got
you ain’t a tater tot
you a b-tch, an uncooked hashbrown
tell me how you got so f-ckin’ round
[?] just left you there in the mud
’cause you grew into a real spud

[verse 4: gold double b]
gold double b and i’m all hyped up
talkin’ that sh-t about the golden spud
sittin’ on your front porch peelin’ your potatoes
then i heard your call, [?]
golden goldies, we in this b-tch
now i’m about to hit the switch
i wouldn’t have it any way from the star
now i’m about to stab you in the heart
now let’s talk about some tater tot beef
looks like an [?]
look, stupid ass, you don’t know where you’re from
shout more [?]
[chorus: golden jelly]
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)

[verse 5: [?]]
motherf-ckers, let me tell you about this b-tch i know
ain’t good for nothin’, just straight-up ho
jettin’ motherf-cker talkin’ ’bout get physical
motherf-cker, this sh-t’s for real
spuddin’ off, just straight-up wack
so many motherf-ckers just breakin’ their back
makin’ records and comin’ off hard
motherf-cker, we don’t need a bodyguard
dumb motherf-cker just made the dash
when i see ya i’ma bust that ass
[?] ’cause this sh-t’s gettin’ old
motherf-cker, this is fool’s gold

[verse 6: golden warrior]
golden spud, what the f-ck is up
you’re gonna ho the double g, you’re a motherf-cking chump
’cause the golden warrior’s a gold potato masher
i’ma mash that greasy b-st-rd
shove him up with gravy
just like ma’s, it’s a little bit lumpy
i don’t give a f-ck, gonna eat him up, sh-t him out
wipe my ass and shout
so golden spud, you ain’t nothin’ bit a piece of sh-t on the flo’
’cause you f-cked with the golden warrio’
you wanna diss on the golden goldies?
first you gotta get through me
[chorus: golden jelly]
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
we said spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)

[verse 7: golden toby]
well, the first day i met you, i should’a knew
that you’d [?] your whole f-ckin’ crew
so i’m here to let you know, let a ho be a ho
when you know you can’t ride ’cause your sh-t is too slow
yo a b-tch, i should’a knew you’d bail out
trick-ass b-tch wasn’t nothin’ but a sell-out
oh, drinkin’ on that grape faygo
big fat chump lookin’ like a potato
you should’a knew [?] you diss golden toby
[?] the golden crew like you know they are my homies
stupid-ass b-tch, where did you get so bold?
now we all know that you’re fool’s gold
(yeah, b-tch, [?] ho)

[verse 8: gold digger]
can’t believe that this sh-t just happened
first you die, now you just nappin’
[?] on your f-ckin’ homies
how the f-ck you think you’re gonna ho me
i don’t think so [?] step to ya
and when i find ya, i’m gonna impale ya
spud, you big f-ckin’ french fry
if i see ya i’m gonna [?] ya in the eye
fool’s gold, your sh-t isn’t gold
your were the f-cking b-tch that sold your gold
b-tch, you know what i’m saying
[?]
gold digger in this b-tch
if i see ya, motherf-cker, i’ll pull my switch

[chorus: golden jelly]
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (a b-tch) ([?] b-tch again)
ha ha ha ha, spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (a b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (b-tch) (f-ck you, b-tch)

[outro: golden jelly]
b-tch (b-tch), b-tch (b-tch), b-tch (b-tch), b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (a b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (a b-tch) (god d-mn [?])
b-tch (b-tch), b-tch (b-tch), b-tch (b-tch), b-tch (b-tch)
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (a b-tch) (f-ck you know about [?])
spud, you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch (a b-tch)

- golden goldies

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