Kill Bill: the Rapper - Golds Lyrics

Lyrics Golds - Kill Bill: the Rapper



Homie, homie, homie, why you acting bitter for?
Ric Flair up in this bitch, a living rapping Figure Four
I put it down, put it down, get to cheffin, simmer more
Got your girl all in my DMs, hit a blunt and hit ignore
Been that slick, been that pretty bitch, been the semi-shit
I been sick, fuck insurance, slime, I just turned twenty six
Spent a grip, feeling my shit, I been zooted as shit since like my tape dropped
I want it, I want it, until I get it, bitch I can′t stop
Pop a tag, drop a tab, feel my face melt
I see God, I see God, I know how Mase felt
Bitch I'm on, bitch I′m on, hoe I swear it
If the crown fits, I'll motherfucking wear it, I don't know
I don′t know
I don′t know
I don't know
I don′t know, got the grills with the golds when I talk
I don't know, got the grills with the golds when I talk
I don′t know, got the grills with the golds when I talk
I don't know, got the grills with the golds when I talk
I don′t know, got the grills with the golds when I talk, hey
Got the grills when it's... motherfuck em all, hey



Writer(s): Kill Bill: The Rapper


Kill Bill: the Rapper - Drop Season (Singles Collection)
Album Drop Season (Singles Collection)
date of release
13-01-2018



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