Lyrics Gold Touch - Hrve
Who
dat
big
boy
with
the
gold
touch
Who
dat
big
boy
with
the
gold
touch
Who
dat
nigga
tryna
front
huh?
Walk
your
old
ass
home
before
I
go
nuts
Who
dat
baby
on
the
sofa
Tell
me
who
dat
shawty
next
to
her
right
I′m
dat
nigga
with
tha
gold
touch
Yea
her
bottoms
ripe
in
fashionova
Steady
whining
till
the
morning
Shawty
you
and
I
it's
a
finale
Yea
you
looking
fine
ain′t
no
finale
And
you
know
your
type
you
sipping
rosé
Shawty
if
I
hit
it
could
I
be
your
type
Next
morning
make
you
breakfast
ain't
no
Uber
rides
Then
I
hit
it
ain't
no
quickie,
we
feeling
the
vibe
After
this
we
on
the
floor,
ooh
break
it
low
Who
dat
big
boy
with
da
gold
touch
Who
dat
big
boy
with
the
gold
touch
Who
dat
nigga
tryna
front
huh?
Get
your
old
ass
home
before
I
go
nuts
Who
dat
big
boy
with
the
gold
touch
Who
dat
big
boy
with
da
gold
touch
Who
dat
baby
on
da
sofa
Get
yah
whole
ass
here
then
we
can
go
nuts
Who
dat
nigga
with
a
cool
ass
year
Staring
right
back
at
you,
with
the
coolest
braids
And
I′m
wearing
shades
baby
you
lit
the
day
If
I
make
my
move
will
I
be
in
your
way
Or
will
I
bless
your
day
Won′t
you
come
my
way
Cuz
baby
your
figure
only
booming
like
808's
I
give
you
no
heartbreaks
Cuz
I′m
just
here
to
stay
I
give
you
love
lockdowns
Ain't
nobody
invades
Shawty
if
I
hit
it
could
I
be
your
type
Next
morning
make
you
breakfast
ain′t
no
Uber
rides
Then
I
hit
it
aint
no
quickie,
we
feeling
the
vibe
After
this
we
on
the
floor,
ooh
break
it
low
Who
dat
big
boy
with
da
gold
touch
Who
dat
big
boy
with
the
gold
touch
Who
dat
nigga
tryna
front,
huh
Get
your
old
ass
home
before
I
go
nuts
Who
dat
big
boy
with
the
gold
touch
Who
dat
big
boy
with
da
gold
touch
Who
dat
baby
on
da
sofa
Get
yah
whole
ass
here
then
we
can
go
nuts
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