Lyrics:
the very best gay (OKAY)
And it's all because I've never touched a VJ
Gold Star Gay
Gold Star Gay
Hasn't touched a pussy
Since his mama's VJ
He's a
Gold
shit somebody gon die
Fuck all that singing shit from the album im back to my old ways
A rapper wid the rolex convertable and gold chains
A rapper tryna
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
sir
Critics went beszerk they ain't even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls
reversed
c man's true task to teach kids how to act
Move walls, understand what is feeling and fact
Real men don't cry, give up, get high
cvoid work, get
Mystical, rebel soul in the physical
Behold the gold but don't fold for the green
Untold best unkept secret unseen (tell 'em)
A king should only tell his
place to grow up"
King Tut: gold mane
Lion spitting propane
"Not a single record sold,
Album still went gold mayne"
King Tut: you silly slut
bitches
King Tut, gold mane
Lion spitting propane
Not a single record sold
Album still went gold mayne
King Tut, you silly slut
Bitches love a piece of her
more time to go
Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul
And be humbled in Iceland
Sit in the gold room
Fall down flat in the Cafe Iol*
Without
I sit and think to myself
Is what I wanna say to be true
But I rather cut back vent and smoke
Think about my future
As time fly pass
Day by day or by
"You want power, but you're not big enough
So you steal it piece by piece.
Take it in spoils, and step by step you'll weaken and the power is gone"
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Cardi, Cardi bops
Cardi, Cardi sendin' shots
We The Best music
Cardi, from the block
Cardi, with the Glock
of all the shit that I wanna kill
I put the game first and if it didn't work
Then by now I'd be bang on the drill (brrt)
I can make a mill', I get a mop
only work in mania
If you in my proximity, I'm gonna murder your album's release date
All of them praying I retire
What I got in my notes app could feed
and
Me, it's that I be talking 'bout work I really put in
2 albums, 4 covers, 2 songs in less than half a year
Sounds like really you's just mad I'm
self-evident
That all men are created equal
They are endowed by their creator
With certain unalienable rights
And among these are life, liberty,
on shit
Everything I do is awesome
I’m adored bitch
The keys I give you don’t work
Knock down the door next
Y’all been wrong since I started
The same as I
can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt
gonna work
And I know she gon' be mad when she see her best friend with a purse
I don't understand the hate, they know I got it from the dirt all from
not a fan
Claim to empower women by blaming all your problems on a man
Tar all of us with the same brush just because you can
What happened to I am
Illmatic
Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace
Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic
Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt
and my eyes are green (uh-huh)
I wear more gold than that man on A-Team (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Trim, slim, and I'm also light skinned (yeah)
Best believe
and my eyes are green (uh-huh)
I wear more gold than that man on A-Team (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Trim, slim, and I'm also light skinned (yeah)
Best believe
implosion
Your whole chest and your world caved in
They completely gave in, they just sparks and brave men
Did ya say that?
Record execs wanna push the album
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