letra de gold shine - since99
[intro]
nowadays motherf-ckers talkin’ too crazy
off of the goop punch, i been lazy
twelve on my back got me feeling like brady
f-ckin’ this b-tch [?]
it ain’t no middle school, b-tch why you rate me?
ride in that whip and it don’t got no safety
san andreas, [?]
switchin’ out the michael kors-
ayo, what the f-ck?
[verse 1]
i got a diamond tester in the back
all of my gold shine, project pat
she want relations, i don’t interact
vivienne west bag on my back
f-ckin’ this b-tch and i blow out her tracks
i [?] make pluggnb, take her to saks
you don’t got a crib and you not doing tax
i got a white plug playing lax
b-tch you know that i’m about two things, the cheese and the dough
up in the cut and he steady be having ’em mood swings, he can’t even cope
long range, hit ’em up with a scope
loose change, got my bread from the pope
louis v duffel, i filled it with soap
did you really just say pop without the smoke?
i’m posted in london and serving a bloke
i got all my badges, i ain’t gonna choke
[?] cashin’ at [?], bought designer garments for his folk
you was in the gym, tryna get [?]
i was in the field sprinkling soap
ain’t no facebook, you gettin’ [?]
hop on a [?], i’ma jump off the boat
[hook]
nowadays motherf-ckers talkin’ too crazy
off of the goop punch, i been lazy
twelve on my back got me feeling like brady
f-ckin’ this b-tch [?]
it ain’t no middle school, b-tch why you rate me?
ride in that whip and it don’t got no safety
san andreas, [?]
switchin’ out the michael kors with the ap
[verse 2]
stay with the [?], i feel like i’m [?]
xd it came with a [?]
up in the kitchen like olga
i just hid a p up under the sofa
[?] and turn it into [?]
servin’ at your door, i feel like jehova
snakeskin on my body, ain’t talkin’ no cobra
i just hit a l!ck, at the qdoba
poured a pint up in my soda
why you sippin’ on green like you yoda?
i just caught me a b-tch sippin’ boba
i’ma walk in the trap with a toga
like [?] i got b-tches do yoga
in this underground sh-t i’m [?]
99 overall they should’ve made me the motherf-ckin’ logo, b-tch
[outro]
i got a diamond tester in the back
all of my gold shine, project pat
she want relations, i don’t interact
vivienne west bag on my back
f-ckin’ this b-tch and i blow out her tracks
i [?] make pluggnb, take her to saks
you don’t got a crib and you not doing tax
i got a white plug playing lax
b-tch you know that i’m about two things, the cheese and the dough
up in the cut and he steady be having ’em mood swings, he can’t even cope
long range, hit ’em up with a scope
loose change, got my bread from the pope
louis v duffel, i filled it with soap
did you really just say pop without the smoke?
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