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letra de i'm gold - richlife dynasty

“i’m gold” lyrics:

i hear a lot, i hear a lot of hate, cause imma die fresh and i’m fly everyday
i hear a lot, i hear a lot of hate, cause imma die fresh and i’m fly everyday
live fresh, imma die fly…i hear a lot, i hear a lot of hate
live fresh, imma die fly…i hear a lot, i hear a lot of hate
live fresh, imma die fly…i hear a lot, i hear a lot of hate…hate…hate

(transition)

i be out here on the grind ion see none of y’all when i look around
back then they didn’t want me now they break they necks when they look around
they be pocket watching wit a eagle eye
steady hating with a evil eye
plotting on me with a eager
i gotta get’em first or its either eye
be looking at it or be the picture on it
the obituary i ain’t wit it homie
i’m the k!lla off in this picture i don’t care if kyleon was on it
i’m about that life like a t shirt say
she f-ck with me its gon be her day i be runnin up checks like boa
wanna place a bet, bet ima be ok
i ain’t even break a sweat keith
suit on summer time hot
king tut 50/fifty roc
king limit gold dripping drop
yea the beat is fiy ya ya
roll a sweet get high ya ya
yea we stuntin out of term
i can’t even lie yia yia
who you know fresh as us
no jewelry fresh as f-ck
yea kush is my cologne
og feragamo strong
2 3 4 fly wing tips no socks pockets on botox i keep a whip at both spots

(chorus) x’s 4
aye yi yi im rich
aye yi yi got gold

(king tut) roc4rocgold empire, #$tch call me the siah /
her pockets dripping i’m try her, her feet dirty i deny her/
lift off your getting roctized, medusa frames i got rock eyes/
mess with chickens no popeyes, kingtut i leave em pop eyed/
feeling my self way beyond say, billion dollars in the beyonce (elevator) /
video shoot block the runway, closet guessepi run way/
i’m so what these losers not , mess around pull up in a uber drop/
we the main attraction ,your the fatal plot, give me my mysp-ce that’s a vacant lot/
probably get a book with my face card, black visa that’s a race card /
she jocking our fresh this date yours?, can’t see being broke ray charles/
elaboration dinero kapeesh, p-ss port life’s a beach/
she got me messed up like tyson’ s speech , if i don’t touch green like vikings cleets/
stove top mac with cheese dab on them , call it dabenese/
my bottom chick might be lebanese, scuba dive she gotta beg to breath/
all i say is bae leg and knees, you test the water i test the seas, loosing pounds to invest with ease/
one euro step for the best to breath (chuuch)

(chorus) x’s 4
aye yi yi im rich
aye yi yi got gold

yea i only spit the truth
concrete flow, so i might chip a tooth
feel like a sin, but i ain’t want the fruit
and i ain’t sell out to a jive in a suit
swear the game’s all mine, this my time, can’t n-body out here steal my shine
why you tryna boost, like you got that blade
man everybody know, i’m just tryna get paid
i ain’t tryna fight, i ain’t tryna scr-p
walk up in the room, everyone give me dap
ima just tryna put my city way back on the map
ain’t got tattoos but i rock snapbacks
and i’ll snap back on ya
cold like pneumonia
swear the whole game stink like ammonia
feel like r. kelly i been p-ssin all on ya
too deep in i just pray i don’t wander
let’s go, everybody run
spitting off rounds, like i got two guns
spitting 16s, like i know i’m tha one
cut sharp, like i got a razor blade for a tongue
yes, lord, who am i
who i be, why you lie
listen to the kids, y’all ain’t wanna see me fly
but out here it’s fly or die

(chorus) x’s 4
aye yi yi im rich
aye yi yi got gold

- richlife dynasty

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