You don't mean that, you faggot
Gold letterman last kings killing shit
Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only
You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/
Droppin dime gold digga
You're fucking with me, nigga
Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs
Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/
Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show
I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain
Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again
Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea
Cause all i want is you, baby
You can never tell me that i'm not hungry
When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea
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