Triple777, Cxrpse - GOLDEN lyrics
[Triple777, Cxrpse - GOLDEN lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
(Now you like that shit?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh (Put ya hands up)
Bitch I rap, what I’m livin'
Fake hoes, always trippin'
Bankroll, for the linen
I'm gold, get to diggin'
Bitch I rap (Whoo) , what I’m livin' (yeah)
Fake hoes (What) , always trippin' (Bitch)
Bankroll (yeah) for the linen (yeah)
I'm gold (yeah) , get to diggin'
I'ma Underground American idol
(Sing that shit) right hand on the Bible
My talent is I'm yo' fuckin rival
You needa revival
Three sevens, read the title
I make rappers suicidal
Kill this shit like my name is Michel
Make you fold make you docile
Bitch, I just came out the cut (Bitch)
It’s funny cause there was no blood
(No blood) you ain’t catchin up to my luck
(What, what, what, Uh)
You ain’t catchin up to me bud
Eat my dust (My dust)
All new bars no rust (No rust)
Do this shit l must (I must)
Blow yo' mind like (what?)
Bitch I rap, what I’m livin'
Fake hoes always trippin'
Bankroll for the linen
I'm gold, get to diggin' (yeah, okay T7)
I rap what I'm living, do it all independent
If you run up on me pussy boy
I'll put you in a clinic
Look here, I'm a god, I'm a star
I don’t need no stu, 'cause I rap in my car
And you whack, think it's hard
'Cause you cap from your heart
You niggas act so bizarre
Fuck you pussy ass niggas
I don’t got time overlord I go berserk
We gon' leave you in the dirt
Boy, this shit ain't a nerf!
Bitch I rap (Whoo) , what I’m livin' (yeah)
Fake hoes (What) , always trippin' (Bitch)
Bankroll (yeah) for the linen (yeah)
I'm gold (yeah) , get to diggin' (Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
(Now you like that shit?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh (Put ya hands up)
Bitch I rap, what I’m livin'
Fake hoes, always trippin'
Bankroll, for the linen
I'm gold, get to diggin'
Bitch I rap (Whoo) , what I’m livin' (yeah)
Fake hoes (What) , always trippin' (Bitch)
Bankroll (yeah) for the linen (yeah)
I'm gold (yeah) , get to diggin'
I'ma Underground American idol
(Sing that shit) right hand on the Bible
My talent is I'm yo' fuckin rival
You needa revival
Three sevens, read the title
I make rappers suicidal
Kill this shit like my name is Michel
Make you fold make you docile
Bitch, I just came out the cut (Bitch)
It’s funny cause there was no blood
(No blood) you ain’t catchin up to my luck
(What, what, what, Uh)
You ain’t catchin up to me bud
Eat my dust (My dust)
All new bars no rust (No rust)
Do this shit l must (I must)
Blow yo' mind like (what?)
Bitch I rap, what I’m livin'
Fake hoes always trippin'
Bankroll for the linen
I'm gold, get to diggin' (yeah, okay T7)
I rap what I'm living, do it all independent
If you run up on me pussy boy
I'll put you in a clinic
Look here, I'm a god, I'm a star
I don’t need no stu, 'cause I rap in my car
And you whack, think it's hard
'Cause you cap from your heart
You niggas act so bizarre
Fuck you pussy ass niggas
I don’t got time overlord I go berserk
We gon' leave you in the dirt
Boy, this shit ain't a nerf!
Bitch I rap (Whoo) , what I’m livin' (yeah)
Fake hoes (What) , always trippin' (Bitch)
Bankroll (yeah) for the linen (yeah)
I'm gold (yeah) , get to diggin' (Bitch)