Lyrics Gold Medal - Yo Gotti feat. PeeWee Longway
It's
award
season
again
I
mean
we
gon'
keep
winning
and
taking
all
these
trophies
home
I
don't
see
no
real
contenders
Nigga
I
should
win
a
trophy
Platinum
wrist
with
the
cola
I
should
get
a
gold
medal
Can't
nobody
cook
it
better
I
show
you
how
to
whip
the
yola
I
show
you
how
to
whip
the
yola
I
show
you
how
to
whip
the
yola
I
show
you
how
to
whip
the
yola
I
show
you
how
to
get
some
extras
Nigga
I
can
bless
you
Two
bricks
and
a
half,
I
got
the
kitchen
under
pressure
Take
it
out
the
water,
rough
white
that's
the
texture
This
shit
just
like
a
drive-thru,
when
you
pull
up
may
I
help
you?
Eyes
on
the
camera,
guns
on
the
counter
Guerrillas
with
them
choppas
and
they
all
got
them
bananas
Ran
out
of
rubber
bands
then
fucked
up
all
the
counters
Fucking
count
it
half
a
hand,
give
me
the
pack
and
I'm
a
down
him
It
jumping
out
the
gym,
call
it
trap-oline
yayo
How
you
a
dope
boy
when
you
never
seen
yayo?
Ever
since
I
was
a
kid
boy
I
use
to
dream
yayo
It's
me
and
Snootie
Wild
and
they
call
us
team
yayo
On
the
stove
with
the
egg
beater,
whipping
Jason
Jeter
I
can
show
you
how
to
mix
the
yellow
water
make
it
ether
Longway
Lulu
got
your
[?]
bricks
we
break
em
down
to
deuces
Cinnamon
buns
on
the
hand
guns
empty
goin'
[?]
Send
the
pack
to
Memphis
and
we
workin'
out
the
bitches
[?]
and
red,
crash
mans
[?]
got
it
in
the
trenches
Workin'
my
wrist
whippin'
up
my
credentials
[?]
it
be
white
like
the
dentures
Pocket
monster
cruisn'
in
the
[?]
Blood
on
blood,
this
side
get
fucked
The
money
count,
I
just
keep
countin'
[?]
and
Yo
Gotti
gon'
count
it
200
bands
and
we
dab
in
Cavalli
Mother
fucker
tell
them
send
a
deposit
So
don't
show
we
pull
up
in
Bentley's
and
Masi's
[?]
we
be
tippin'
the
pilot
G5
with
a
beat
in
the
pocket
![Yo Gotti feat. PeeWee Longway - Concealed](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/q/z/1/y/87ygj4y1zq.jpg)
1 Gold Medal
2 Neva Change
3 Real Rap
4 Ion Feel Em
5 Hero
6 Concealed
7 11
8 Fuck Em
9 Super Power
10 Trap Queen Freestyle
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