Lyrics:
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
in like stones into gold molded by the potters right hand and shinning bright as a diamond like only you can....
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Verse 2:
For tha record I
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
a racecar (uh)
So listen fonds
And watchin' you bitches run
I ain't done without a collection
Of solid gold guns (brrrrrr) , uh
Solid gold guns
(boom boom,
What can I say? Another day round the Sun
Moving inch by inch
The millimeters scrubbed
In specific places they still leave a body hung
Fire dry my
Uh, bitch I'm rockin: Dwayne Johnson
I'm solid as a rock and I ain't talkin' bout my Johnson
Wavy white boy; Action Bronson
Plus I'm all about my
a solid gold throne
Living room I got space so
I’m a world class
Secret agent
Spy superhero
Saving everything
Cause you know I am a hero
Diamond diamond
I want fresh gear every day
Fat ass chain and 3 blades
Trippin' on that 2 faced niggas sweatin' dick
While I rock the stage
Like these bitches is
of getting struck by lightning twice
I'm in a cinnamon-colored vintage smoking spice
Cop a low price (I know people)
Pop wheelies on motorbikes
And get
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
Three chords n'the truth always feels right
Rowdy was the soundtrack to our lives
On Country Gold Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Solid
a melody
Stayed solid through
All the bullshit had
Made a humbled me
I remember them
Days when niggas was
Hiding in them trees
We would anything
Not
Down in the place where I call home
I've been workin' my fingers to the bone
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold
All day long in Louisiana sun
back in the day (come on)
British Knights and gold chains (come on)
Do the prep and cabbage patch (come on)
And wear your laces all fat
Back in
Savydot do you a solid don't mention
Gold choker on me like a old slavery linching
Now im on the right foot
Ain't no more inching
I get to the guap
With extra wings
Three chains on my neck
Just for extra bling
Gold chain
Gold watch
Gold everythin'
Gold chain
Gold watch
Gold everythin'
Gold
some haters
Took the L in Philly, And the 7 to Queens
Flip the D to State St, Living American dream
Got 3x returns, On the company's investment
Prices
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire
Think I'm lying
Still to early to jump off and say we made it
But you can check the jewels solid gold nothing plated
Them CTs not CZs you fuck-n hater
never gonna be defeated
Livin out the day to day ah
I pay the price today ah
So I can spend yesterday ah
That's a solid point
Day to day
Day to day
Day
of some solid advice
There's a painfully simple solution
It's as plain as the nose on your face
By Gad!
By Gosh!
By Heck!
By Gum!
By Rabbit's Foot!
By
and a DJ (Tell 'em)
3 mics and A DJ (Yep)
Know 3 young niggas on the North
By name of Quavo, Offset and Takeoff
We mobbing pull up at your house
Squad open
the shine
Gettin to it so inline
I'm influenced by the gold
I do it if I tried
I'mma get 'em every time
Ready 1...2...3...grind!
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
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