Soulja Boy - Gold On Deck lyrics

[Soulja Boy - Gold On Deck lyrics]

Young Lo, Lil Quis, Soulja Boy, Hitman God
Black Jesus
(Shout out to my nigga Young Lo man)

Gold on deck, Gold on deck bitch
Gold on deck, Gold on deck nigga
Gold on deck, Gold on deck bitch
Gold on deck

Got 12 gold bars, Bitch im a superstar
Riding in that white Bentley
Its my super car
Riding with that yellow bitch I dick
Her down with super D
Then she give me super head
Fuck around and flip the switch
I came out the water, My Rain
(Reign) like New Orleans
Niggas think they fucking with me
I place the order glock on my shoulder
I swag like how I supposed to
Gold on deck, Money sitting on a shoulder
Nigga im so tatted up, Nigga im so swaggin
When I drop Work remix like whats happening
Ready for the action, Gold not platinum
Fuck what you heard im that
Nigga in the trap man
Apartments, We shooting in the darkness
Everywhere I go man im looking like a goblin
I gotta make a profit
Young Dre, AKA get that money off me

Gold on deck, Everywhere I go nigga
Gold on deck, When im in the store nigga
Gold on deck, Fuck what you heard nigga
Gold on deck, Nigga gold on deck

Gold on deck, Gold on deck bitch
Gold on deck, Gold on deck nigga
Gold on deck, Gold on deck bitch
Gold on deck

Nigga im the one, You don't want no problems
I'll fuck around and call a
Hit man he'll solve it
Ocean Gang mobbin, Ocean Gang splashin
I came out the water, Im ready for the action
Man im so swagged up
You niggas cannot feel it
Im pretty boy mobbin, Don't make me (Shhhh)
Don't make me catch a murder case
Im feeling like i want to
Riding through my hood
Man I'm toting on that Pump too
Young Dre tell that nigga he
Could get jumped too real ill shit
I Got the whole hood on beast mode
Swag out the East Coast
Swag to the West Coast
Get your baby mamma and I fuck
Her with the best stroke
I fuck with the young niggas
Yeah we on that young nigga shit
Gold on deck
Yeah this that young nigga clique
All my niggas represent
In your motherfucking trap
And im riding through the hood
With that pistol in my lap
And they want me to go but
I would never sell my soul
And you ain't ever heard about that gold
Gold on deck, We put a 100 and 4 more
Man a pound of that drough
Meet me at the gold store

Gold on deck, Gold on deck bitch
Gold on deck, Gold on deck nigga
Gold on deck, Gold on deck bitch
Gold on deck

Nigga what you talkin, I been getting money
Came out the water, My whole clique stunting
Young nigga jumping, Fuck what he talking
Disrespect Black Jesus that pistol
Coming off me
Lil Dre, I walk around Fendi on that
Everywhere I go they saying
Soulja you a problem
Gold in my Wallet, I ain't talking cake tho
Young nigga shit, Bitch I post up by LA tho
Bitch pump your brake tho
My whole clique realer
Gold mouth shawty so you
Know im gold grilling
Chain worth a million, Gold to the ceiling
Nigga when I die imma be
Worth bout a trillion i meant a 100 zillion
Man my life is priceless
Riding through my hood and my
Ice is the whitest
Fuck what you heard, My price is the rightest
Add another decimal, Chain like a
Chain is incredible, As it is
Old on my schedule
So many hoes getting fucked on the regular

This that motherfucking Gold on
Deck Mixtape nigga
Im taking over everything, Bitch

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