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letra de gold on deck - soulja boy tell 'em

[intro]
young lo, lil quis, soulja boy, hitman (?) god, black jesus
(shout out to my n-gga young lo man)

[chorus]
gold on deck, gold on deck b-tch
gold on deck, gold on deck n-gga
gold on deck, gold on deck b-tch
gold on deck

[verse 1]
got 12 gold bars, b-tch im a superstar
riding in that white bentley, its my super car
riding with that yellow b-tch i d-ck her down with super d
then she give me super head, f-ck around and flip the switch
i came out the water, my rain (reign) like new orleans
n-ggas think they f-cking with me i place the order
glock on my shoulder, i swag like how i supposed to
gold on deck, money sitting on a shoulder
n-gga im so tatted up, n-gga im so swaggin
when i drop work remix like whats happening
ready for the action, gold not platinum
f-ck what you heard im that n-gga in the trap man
(?) apartments, we shooting in the darkness
everywhere i go man im looking like a goblin
i gotta make a profit, (?)
young dre, aka get that money off me

[pre chorus]
gold on deck, everywhere i go n-gga
gold on deck, when im in the store n-gga
gold on deck, f-ck what you heard n-gga
gold on deck, n-gga gold on deck

[chorus]
gold on deck, gold on deck b-tch
gold on deck, gold on deck n-gga
gold on deck, gold on deck b-tch
gold on deck

[verse 2]
n-gga im the one, you dont want no problems
i’ll f-ck around and call a hit man he’ll solve it
ocean gang mobbin, ocean gang splashin
i came out the water, im ready for the action
man im so swagged up, you n-ggas cannot feel it
im pretty boy mobbin, dont make me… (shhhh)
dont make me catch a murder case, im feeling like i want to
riding through my hood, man i’m toting on that pump too
young dre tell that n-gga he could get jumped too
real ill sh-t, i got the whole hood on beast mode
swag out the east coast, swag to the west coast
get your baby mamma and i f-ck her with the best stroke
i f-ck with the young n-ggas, yeah we on that young n-gga sh-t
gold on deck, yeah this that young n-gga clique
all my n-ggas represent, in your motherf-cking trap
and im riding through the hood, with that pistol in my lap
and they want me to go but i would never sell my soul
and you ain’t ever heard about that gold
gold on deck, we put a 100 and 4 more
man a pound of that drough, meet me at the gold store

[chorus]
gold on deck, gold on deck b-tch
gold on deck, gold on deck n-gga
gold on deck, gold on deck b-tch
gold on deck

[verse 3]
n-gga what you talkin, i been getting money
came out the water, my whole clique stunting
young n-gga jumping, f-ck what he talking
disrespect black jesus that pistol coming off me
lil dre, i walk around fendi on that (?)
everywhere i go they saying soulja you a problem
gold in my wallet, i ain’t talking cake tho
young n-gga sh-t, b-tch i post up by la tho
b-tch pump your brake tho, my whole clique realer
gold mouth shawty so you know im gold grilling
chain worth a million, gold to the ceiling
n-gga when i die imma be worth bout a trillion
i meant a 100 zillion, man my life is priceless
riding through my hood and my ice is the whitest
f-ck what you heard, (?) my price is the rightest
add another decimal, chain like a (?)
chain is incredible, as it is, old on my schedule
so many hoes getting f-cked on the regular

[outro]
this that motherf-cking gold on deck mixtape n-gga
im taking over everything, b-tch

- soulja boy tell em

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