Lyrics:
livin' how we live it bitch
Redid my grill nigga platinum to that gold shit
High price high life do this shit every night
Shoot the dice pay the price
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
We were cursed, yes
Our burnt flesh, it attracts doom
Our skinned inked with this black hue
By con artists, we've been tattoo'd
It's no - henna, this
Staring at the ceiling (floating away)
This that sexual healing
You look so good, I wanna toast you up
Buy you a Rose gold, that's the side effects
Speaks in Morse code, I'm traveling Moors Gold
Babbling Bushido, while holding my soul's glow
No longer seeking key holes to see the world
A locksmith
as white
Im on the other side I'm heavens bride
I lost my life to find I'm free
One day you'll see I'm finally me
Holy hills and roads of gold
Your precious
I'm confessing to this vodka this stress will get you popped up
A walk by black pea coat the desert E spit nonstop
Cease ya'll plans I plan to live I
Hady
Yu know I got Hannah Montana
I play with them keys like a piano
Taking a trip to Tiwana, Versace Madusa
Gold gold gold gold gold gold
My neck
you pay me how it weigh, baby (how it weigh)
Black, gold, hundred mill off the floor
Never told, now you know how it go, bitch, one hundred
Yeah,
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, triple gold D's
We bout it, eyes
paid (Brrt)
Switching scenes
Renegade in a sense
I live by a different creed
Different breed ah
Enemies I, (Bitch) ain't got the energy
I got two kids
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)
But bricks open windows
Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this form the tile up,
and black making highlights
Sipping high life's tryna see how I can get by like
Hands up, can't breathe
That's how we be feeling at the house, can't leave
But
hustle to be seen, every day that i live, every thing I've seen, every dream I've dreamed, inspired by a thing.
Being Black is a miracle, Were never
you high
I lift you when you low
It's black to the basics
Black to the basics
Black to the basics
Black to the basics
Strictly for the gods
I'm calling
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
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