Lyrics:
it out in public, too much Luxe got me stumblin'
Black bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen
But they for everybody, only cops believe in cuffin'
on the f, L-I-Z on the f, L-I-Z on the fly, Propeller
Starship, Moshpit, Coachella
Goldkelle, Goldketten, Gold Getter
Moneytalk, Bitch, ruf 'n Dolmetscher
front of gold
Now three kings come to clubs command
But the angels from the sky did ride
Three kings up on the streets of gold
Three fireballs
y'all
Nigga see me icey but the Taurus tucked by polo draws
Nigga's looking at my bitch
Cause she lookin photo shopped
It's da twelfth
And it's twelve
I'm dreamin'
I love my family, gon' make sure they eating
I'm by myself so I don't need a team man
Never fail math I just count up the green man
Yeah I
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
you were
But here's to you Honey Gold, you're still a first class act
Somebody's looking down on you
Somebody's smiling down on you
So cool, so
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
Dreams, going out till I'm old
House on the beach with a mouth full of gold
South on the streets with an ounce full of gold
Y'all don't wanna see me
like the goat (yeah)
I just woke up on your bitch, I pick 'em eeny, miny, moe (that's right)
I got chips with a lot of drip, comin' by the load (yeah)
mates
Just go down the office and get a crate
Tenants
Special Brew
Kestrel Gold
Gold Label
Buckfast
Barley wine
Mad Dog
Turpentine
Street Beer
On the lash
my gold underwater that’s national treasure
I ain’t seen shit won’t say a word
Pull up white range call it Larry bird
Real street nigga so you know we
lie
Watin make pastor pikin turn to gold digger
As I dey hustle I dey hustle I dey grind
To ba tewo make transaction no decline
The street is
Stakes unscarred by limitation
'Tween a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled gold with greedy vapors
'Til his long, green eyes did glow
Mud was
just sail on
How can I be lost
When I've got nowhere to go?
Shovel streets of gold
How come it's got so cold?
And how can I be lost
When my ship was
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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