[Intro]
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Word on the street I got gold bricks
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[Verse 1:]
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Word on the street I got gold bricks
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Put kinggold chains on yo bitch
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Let'her cry for me, thatĄ¯s hooty and a blowfish
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She gon blow dick til she pop, how many licks?
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Blow this popsicle, stand quick
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Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley
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Hothead trigger nigga, donĄ¯t tempt me
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Make that ass shake like a WendyĄ¯s frosty (frost bit)
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In the middle week, Jebediah
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IĄ¯m the great Alexander Empire
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Bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner
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Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion
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Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant
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On the highest level, top of mount Zion
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She said she never fucked me, but sheĄ¯s lyin
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Team so strong, couldĄ¯ve been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it!
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Two tears nigga in a bucket
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You donĄ¯t like me and bitch I love it
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Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget
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Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage
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Fuck that bitch, sheĄ¯ll never get a lover
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Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa
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Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers
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You ainĄ¯t even do shit, IĄ¯m the coach thatĄ¯s coolest
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T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human
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Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising
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Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent
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Probably the best to do this
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Ho I ainĄ¯t gotta prove shit
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The proofĄ¯s in the bank bitch
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Do this shit for my kidsĄ¯ kids
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In the papadoce, you donĄ¯t even know what that is nigga
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Word on the street I got gold bricks
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Word on the street I got gold bricks
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[Verse 2:]
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Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin
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Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened
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So doctor, this ainĄ¯t Broadwayin
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Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin
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Most hated cuz the crib most gated
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Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated
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Your cars pass through expiration
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Second to none, no offense, none taken
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Stick up, IĄ¯m hijakin em back
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IĄ¯m the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap
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Flow god, that is so hot
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Step on yo back bitch
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Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad
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Lougin at the pack
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T-Raw the best rapper in there and IĄ¯m flexin 600 grand on my lap
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Instagram, take the pilot jet ready
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ThatĄ¯s an instant plane
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Fuck yall, niggas couch mane
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Actin ashamed, donĄ¯t be a slave
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Put yo check on the table
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By the end of the days paid hey hey
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Blake fair at the world fair, fuck fair
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When them near smell roast in the air
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Oh yea? Who that nigga with the big ass gat?
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ThatĄ¯s me with the big ass gat
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ItĄ¯s a sabertooth
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Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash
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No pork on my plate, nigga still goin ham
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Word on the street I got gold bricks
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Word on the street I got gold bricks
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Word on the street I got gold bricks
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Word On The Street
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| Tyga |
