Lyrics:
The Midas touch is everywhere, everywhere
Your just not the same
When I turn you to gold
Like stories of old
The Midas touch is in me now, in me now
ya, a bad bitch poppin' ass like a stripper
And I'm the tipper
Aye Tip, I just fucked her and her sister, on purpose
To the world they some good
the freshest linen like im spittin through your television
in a day dream livin' while these minutes pass me by
lean back and hang ya nikes out the ride
that shines like a trophy
I'm on freeze never caught by the police
I just got more ice than the whole rink
Me and flossing connect like a goatee
Some say
just tell how I'm rocking
The way that I'm rocking
Is not by the brand of my clothes
I need a bad bad bad cutie that's with me
She's something like Kiara
daughters, mom, dad, wife
If you gotta best friend, just know they hard to come by
So through my cycle of duration
Dealt with plenty tough decisions
Sat back
don't even write him
Go to rap concerts just to get backstage
Know it's a high percentage, they see her she getting saved
Gold chain, gold earrings, kept
lame
Lil liquor in her system now she flipping, gettin' trained
Dude trip she move on now her sex sheet now river long
Nose still to the sky like she
on the bars
Wish they all would just die
Its a small fucking pond
Still ain't no fish to fry
Dead by twenty one
But i'm here at twenty two
All my bitches bad
a goner the moment I hear the song come on I
Just ignore ya like you need a lawyer cause your confused like Torey Lanez is better
Than fucking Joyner fuck
couldn't save the people from a policy of crime
But the rituals and faces just might persevere through time
Such became his focus with a camera
like fuckin wit winners
She could tell by my backies she's like all you roll is pinners
I really live this shit, them other rappers capping
He was hella
evolve some wings
Uh
Now pull your pants up
Quit acting like a boy,
Boy man up!
Uh
Yeah, you gotta fan club
And now you’re panning to the camera
In
Watch, bruh. I'm a leave with like three bitches tonight
For real, ju
I gotta go wax that guy's head
Excuse me, ma'am. Could you put your tray up?
us, ayy
Million dollar smile, diamonds shining on my tooth, ayy
I just copped a ride, but I told them keep the roof, yeah
Shinin' like an Audemars
watch them close cause hate's a habit
You know that's Judas by your side this ain't the sabbath
You got your nail and your hammer, just need your casket
dirty it look like cocola
Bought my hoe a whip and I suped up the Moter
My nigga slimeball just like a Oger
Walk in my trap they got sticks on they
Each and everyone of us somebody
Somebody loves me
Officer I'm not asking why you stopped me
I'm just asking you to let me make it home
Like you I
Talking like gambler
Ferrer taking that step back, now he up on camera (Up on camera!)
Claim that shit 10 years back
Then I don't need you, like rambler
Just a real come to jesus moment
Like I said
(Just in a weird headspace you feel me)
Am I dying to live or living to die, can hardly decide
Live
Endless daydreams
Sun kissed skin like gold
So apropos
My sunshine
My riptide
My slow dive
My blue sky
Let's kill the time
All that's on my mind now
Is
better
You can keep everything that
You just mentioned
But when I win this battle
Leave that microphone at my feet
And begin your descension
I'm not like
better, you can keep everything that you just mentioned
But, when I win this battle, leave that microphone at my feet and begin your descension
I'm not like
just spend it like it's nothin'
Ain't no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'
I got so much
I got so much money I think I
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