STS - Dripping In Gold | Текст песни

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[Verse STS]
Crown king, all hail season
Bald headed, the hell with Caesars
Fly as fuck to those non-believers
This rabbit fur, bitch I kill Easter
Fat kiester and a thin waist
Frying turkey bacon at the wake-n'-bake
That's bomb reefer, Bron-Bron sneakers
I don't play the game, bitch I dominate
I don't concentrate on these B's partner
Just pollinating that pussy
Go green for the money, gold for the honey
Look how far that done took me
This gold standard, they so slandered
First came about when I ho pandered
I'm gold rushing like [???]
In a white caddy, that's boss hoggin'
Flossing all through my sonnets
I be getting dome like a bonnet
Bitch lucky, I fuck her twice
I throw the dick like Halley's Comet
At least I'm honest
Bitch gotta give me that
Cognac and a bit of kush in the back
In fact, recognize me no matter where I'm at
Cause I...

[Hook]

[Verse 2 -STS]
As I shine simmer, my green embers
I cop trees, and they scream timber
Box Chevy, some of ya'll remember
My up and comings, we up and running
Not from nothing, not for nothing
Pull my card, if you think I'm bluffing
White Russians over light discussion
Don't tempt a nigga like David Ruffin
I'm fucking something, these hoes cluckin'
My foes ducking these shots
I'm trippin' on 'em I'm drippin' on 'em
Draped up and what not, nigga
Don't believe me, just watch nigga
Don't believe me just watch nigga
Shine, but my gold mind worth way more than some watch nigga
I ain't dissing that man
This a one-on-one with my fans
They ask me, and I casually let them know nigga that's my jam nigga
Chips fall where they land, nigga
I just do what I can nigga
Say you wanna hear god laugh then tell him what you got planned nigga

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