Lyrics:
like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain't
sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how
back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in
a mind confused
Love is the pleasures untold
And for some love is still a band of gold
My love has no reason has no rhyme
My love crossed the double
the gold medal
I suggest you do the same
You best improve your game or get burnt by the Cantabery Flames
The home town of Anika Moa Crusadin' through this
I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track
the vogues
Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat
Star sixty nine could get you whipped, uhh
Momma told you never mess with a, Southern
I flood my mouth with gold
I can't do no fucking feature with you all you rappers hoes
You gotta catch a body wanna be in 94
You ain't never slang
knowledge is a freecourse
Keep your knees crossed
I can see forked tongue
Taught when I was young
By the older
Brush it off our shoulders
Chorus
60 Second
by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim
For dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with
the fools gold blinded by color
As I move thru world of wonder sometime I often wonder
Why the devil tries keep us under
PRODIGAL SUNN LYRICS
Inhaling life
brother son cause he shine like one
Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds
I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver
brother son cause he shine like one
Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds
I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver
lean
Don't be mad at this pimping
We just living all of your dreams
Mine is gold, tell a motherfucker take me further now
Everything is purple when you
looking for it like two days
Drink rose like Kool-aid
Talk so sweet I got a tooth ache
Phone book in my True Religions
60 grand thats a lot of hundreds
on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
they're gonna get sprayed
Their intimidator, your Scarface
What's goin' on (huh) what's takin' place
I don't wear gold but I clock
Long way on the road
Long days, for the goal
Broke my heart for the gold
Yea, broke my heart for th-
Started this from the top, but I need mooore
(Oah)
(Yeaaaaah)
Let me tell you a story about a city of gold
But this gold is fluid and frequently sold
Almost thousand years old
Untouched by war
Jewelry by Johnny he a genius
Looking like I stepped out the cleaners
Kicks so swift yeen got these
Yeen got no sauce can't rock these
In the rubicon
ain't no slipping up
Had like 30 on me I aint missing nothing
Then I doubled that I had like 60 something
Spending guap like I'm already rich or sum
Ima
of a week
All this blue inside my pocket my wallet 60th street
3.5 inside a wood or else that bitch is incomplete
Charging 60 for the 8th the white boys gon
litty sippy sippy
Watch them feeling by them plenty
Keep your pinky up
And you head up
Drop it low like anchor
Boy meets world Topanga
Dissappear so
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