HD4President - Mouth Fulla Golds lyrics

Yo' dad tooley on me tight, I cannot
Let you take my life
You think I'm slippin' that's your life
(Ben) aye, aye
Tooley on me tight aye, aye, yeah
Tooley on me tight, I cannot
Let you take my life
You think I'm slippin' that's your life
Aye, Tooley on me tight, bitch, I been known
To roll the dice might play me once
Won't play me twice

Ain't no backing down from shit
I got this Tooley on me
Pussy bitch, if you get outta line
I put this Tooley on you (yeah)
Designer on my feet, bitch, I be drippin'
I be coolin' on 'em
My nigga, he from Compton, he a blood
Hе say he boolin' on 'em
Thirty grand in jewеlry, that's
A whole lotta ice, nigga
(yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' on his hoochie in my Gucci's
These some nice slippers (Aye)
She poppin' that coochie
If she bad you know I might tip her
(You know I might tip her)
Bitch, I'm banded up, I got
It jumpin' like I'm Mike, nigga
Big ol' Tooley on me, you
Know I ain't finna fight, nigga
(Uh, uh) ten thousand dollars in my
Pocket, bitch, that's light, nigga
Quarter key of work
Watch how I stuff it like a pipe filter
(Like a pipe filter)
C3 crashing with that cutter
Motherfucker, it's on site, nigga
(yeah) murder, murder, murder, kill, kill
It's a homicide i done seen some niggas get
They shit popped, bitch, i'm traumatized
(yeah) hoppin' out with Draco's
All my niggas doing the murder dance
(All niggas)
If this shit get crucial, call up
That's my murder man (That's my killer)

Bad bitch strike a pose (Pose)
Pull up in a Rolls (yeah)
I just say one word
Now she coming out her clothes (yeah)
Thuggin' with my bros (Bros)
Turnt up at my shows (Shows)
Gangster ass nigga with a mouth full of gold
(Gold)

Big ole bag on me, bank account full of O's
(Full of O's)
Drppin' bag on 'em Gucci down to the toes
(yeah)
Coccinea shawty, sniffing down to the nose
(yeah) step off in yo' party
Louis down with some hoes (yeah)
All my niggas clucthin'
We was thuggin' up in middle school (yeah)
Sold my lil', 380
Had to go and get a bigger tool
Went copped a Mercedes for the haters, bitch
I been a fool
Try to snatch my chain and watch how
Quick I up and kill a dude (Kill a dude)
Carbons in the car, bitch
We got all kind of guns (yeah)
Niggas wan' be like me
I got all kind of sons (Uh)
Fifty grand in hundreds, nigga
I don't flex with ones (No)
Bitch, fifty in this cutter
Got my own special gun (yeah)
My dawg, he got shot, his momma cried on me
Fuck it, I ain't gon' rap about that shit
We just gon' slide on 'em
Two-piece and a biscuit
We ain't even need no fries on 'em
Server a bitch like Popeyes's, we hop out
Don't do drive-by's

Bad bitch strike a pose (Pose)
Pull up in a Rolls (Uh) i just say one word
Now she coming out her clothes (yeah)
Thuggin' with my bros (Bros)
Turnt up at my shows (Shows)
Gangster ass nigga with a mouth full of gold
(Gold)

Aye, aye, aye
Gangster ass nigga with a mouth full of gold
(Full of gold) aye, aye, aye
I'm just a gangster ass nigga with
A mouth full of gold (Full of gold)