Lyrics:
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
but my shit you gon respect
Ain't verified on social but I stay getting blue checks
Ain't talking shirts but I get the v after the neck
You wanna make
And my money stay blue
Knows how to party
When her nose is bloody too
Bitch i'm forty stories up
Man what a fucking view
Meet me at the top
Yo I swear i'm
this girl shit I prolly sold my soul
Got a little Cleopatra Imma wrap her up in gold
Back it up for me drop it down real slow
Play ya cards right dress
culture blows away
Nothing gold can stay
Sing me how a shadow feels
Like a subtle touch of cold
Summon it away again
To let me bathe in gold
Sing me how
Feniko
Cha$e D'Amico and Feniko in here
Straight up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Living life green and blue
They're my favorites y'all already knew
I
to fold
Spitting like a ruger, hate to do it to ya
Bars be like bullets I'm at your feet bet, that'll move ya, bitch
Stay focused on the money
Blue stacks
the echoes weave
Vapor trails, in the sky of electric blue
In this neon world, I found you
Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s,
the gold
And when I finally make it through, it's a breakthrough
I'm blinded by light and I know it was all worth the while
I hope you feel it too
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
can't stay
Mile by mile gonna let this road unfold
Well I found my home in the sweet unknown
In the sweet unknown
So give me blue skies, a big ocean
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second
Now the curtain
and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second
Now the curtain
tracks man I can't lie
This is all I could ever want (All I ever want)
Friends beside me they're lifting me up (Lifting me up)
BLUE, RED, GOLD (Yeah)
GOLD
Music by Carlos Villalobos and Shon Loyd Words by Ashley Ballard
I'm gonne pop
Cuz I got that wookie on the top
My eye game on lock
And I'm
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
sad your heart's my home
Oh this love we have is gold, gold
You blew my heart away
At our parents house is where we'd stay
And I never will forget that
and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second
Now the curtain
never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, 'cause my skin gets pale
And then I got the file for my fingernails
never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, 'cause my skin gets pale
And then I got the file for my fingernails
gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, 'cause my skin gets pale
And then I got the file for my fingernails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put the bubbles
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
three
Thirty racks on me
Get you whacked by 1017
Ten thousand on Givenchy
All rats, we poison they cheese
They thought we ain't smokin' this G
Got
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