Letra de Goldie - A$ap Rocky
Letra de canci�n de Goldie de A$ap Rocky lyrics
Uh, uh, I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin� off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit �til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome �til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy �til shit pop off
[Verse 1]
Let�s take it to the basics
You in the midst the greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain�t no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that�s just an understatement
I�m early to the party but my �Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life�s a motherfucker ain�t it? These other rappers aimless
So tell me what your name is I�mma tell it to my stainless
You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It�s just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with
It�s lamest, niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell them to they face they ain�t no G
Low key, niggas mad cause I�m smooth puffin� zig zag
Tell �em quit the riff raff bitchin� with yo bitch ass
I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin� off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
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Niggas talk shit �til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome �til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy �til shit pop off
[Verse 2]
Yes I�m the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good wakin� up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
And I�m so �bout it �bout it I might roll up in a tank
Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rollin� up that dank, blowin� on that stank
Whatchu mean? Tell me what you drink, I�m on that kissing pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them niggas talkin� shit so tell them �tell it to my face�
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits
I�m the shit, niggas mad cause I�m smooth puffin� zig zags
Tell �em quit the riff raff bitchin� with yo bitch ass
I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin� off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit �til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome �til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy �til shit pop off
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin� off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit �til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome �til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy �til shit pop off
[Verse 1]
Let�s take it to the basics
You in the midst the greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain�t no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that�s just an understatement
I�m early to the party but my �Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life�s a motherfucker ain�t it? These other rappers aimless
So tell me what your name is I�mma tell it to my stainless
You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It�s just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with
It�s lamest, niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell them to they face they ain�t no G
Low key, niggas mad cause I�m smooth puffin� zig zag
Tell �em quit the riff raff bitchin� with yo bitch ass
I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin� off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/goldie-a-ap-rocky.php
Niggas talk shit �til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome �til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy �til shit pop off
[Verse 2]
Yes I�m the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good wakin� up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
And I�m so �bout it �bout it I might roll up in a tank
Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rollin� up that dank, blowin� on that stank
Whatchu mean? Tell me what you drink, I�m on that kissing pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them niggas talkin� shit so tell them �tell it to my face�
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits
I�m the shit, niggas mad cause I�m smooth puffin� zig zags
Tell �em quit the riff raff bitchin� with yo bitch ass
I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin� off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit �til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome �til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy �til shit pop off
