paroles de chanson GOLDEN TICKET - Night Lovell
Da-da,
da-da,
da-da,
da-da-da-da,
la-da-da-da
Yeah
I
think
all
the
trauma
got
the
best
of
me
(best
of
me)
What
I'm
doin',
it
don't
make
no
sense
to
me
(no
sense
to
me)
I
feel
like
shit,
and
the
other
feeling's
ecstasy
(ecstasy)
I'm
fightin'
everything,
I
wonder
how
it's
supposed
to
be
(supposed
to
be)
I
got
all
these
cars,
but
no
where
to
go
(got,
got)
I
got
all
this
money,
but
nobody
to
show
(got,
got)
Bitch,
tell
me
what
you
with
me
to
get
(hold
up,
hold
up)
Since
we
both
bein'
honest,
I
just
want
me
some
head
(I
just
want
me)
M.I.A,
cookin'
up
a
masterpiece
(I'm
cookin'
up)
Cookin'
'cause
I
know
the
fuckin'
recipe
(I'm
cookin'
up)
Slang
dick,
ho,
I
ain't
got
no
shame
to
say
it
(yeah,
yeah)
We
fucked
once,
I
ain't
nut,
'cause
you
can't
even
take
it
(can't
even
take
it)
(Aw,
yeah),
all
these
hoes
wanna
be
seen
(Aw,
yeah),
I'm
over
it,
go
suck
the
team
(Aw,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah),
some
young
niggas
winnin'
(yeah)
We
ain't
showin'
shit,
we
just
keep
shit
hidden
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
None
you
niggas
ever
heard
of
bamboo
linen
It's
a
lot
of
shit
you
niggas
don't
see
you
missin'
(don't
see)
I
don't
see
myself
ever
really
bein'
finished
I
ain't
comin'
back
'til
I
get
it
off
my
hit-list
(yeah,
yeah)
Every
day
damn
day,
I
just
get
more
fed
up
Hate
it
when
they
try
tell
me
I
should
keep
my
head
up
(head)
You
niggas
live
in
peace,
you
would
never
stand
a
chance
You
niggas
boxed
up
and
you'll
never
get
ransomed
Load
up,
cock
it,
blast
'em,
blast
'em
They
scared,
they
run,
we
slide,
catch
'em
All
these
boys
bitches,
so
they
run
for
cover
(bitch)
The
cover
they
gon'
get
is
the
cover
when
we
pack
'em
I
got
cloudy
vision,
sometimes
I
gotta
step
back
(step)
I
brought
my
family
everywhere,
I
put
them
in
my
backpack
They
askin'
what
I
did
to
get
me
there,
you
think
that
I
know?
You
nigga
look
for
any
blueprint
that
you
could
follow
Switch
it
up,
cheers
(yeah),
we
in
Monte
Carlo
(with
it)
Anything
that
happens
when
I'm
gone,
I'ma
find
out
Nobody
can
fool
me,
you
mad,
sue
me
No
money,
more
problems,
that
ain't
new
to
me
These
bitches
all
tryna
see
the
man
in
the
flesh
It's
me,
I
done
built
it
all
bare
hands
It's
me,
I
got
the
gold
ticket,
Willy
Wonka
Now
I'm
runnin'
'round
the
fuckin'
world
tryna
conquer
(okay)
Mi
bush
in-inna
mi
khani
and
mec
(what's
up?)
Hair
plat
up
mi
have
on
mi
visor
Every
time
mi
go
a
road
mi
get
wiser
(MC
Renegade)
Trash
trasher
mandem
(yeah)
We
job
and
job
and
we
collect
di
loot
(yeah)
Lucky
this
time
we
didn't
shoot,
shoot
Now
fi
split
the
money
fi
all
a
di
crew
D-d-don't
give
a
fuck,
do
what
we
have
fi
do
What
do
they
even
have
in
Monaco
That
I
can't
offer
you?
What
do
these
Monican
hoes
have?
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