I like a broad that has fashion gold,
And i drop top off in a hot cold
But like the diamonds and gold
Hand to hand in the cold
Thug for life nigga
My all gold rolly or the
I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european
You must have won every pageant in america when you was young
Back down, before i cook you like rice.
Turn to the side, let me see them thighs
Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.
{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her
Rocking black and gold stocking caps
I hate rap like kramer hate blacks
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