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Great Mood

STS

GOLD Rush

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Tekst piosenki
[Hook x2] Got on my suede shoes Rose gold shades I'm in a great mood Monopoly shopping sprees Got on my cartier Tailor made black linen Gianni Versace Monopoly shopping sprees [Verse 1: STS] Okay, I'm high as hell, I'm treetop Whoop yo' ass, I'm B-Hop Blow show money at weed spots And rubberband like G shots Got a dope flow they can't detox Cold blood I need heat rocks I'm chinchillin', you cheap fox That's fake fur, not fur fox Bitch I rest when the buck stops In your iPod or the bus stops In the background when they bust shots Word about me spread like buck shots Nigga I gives a fuck not I'm photogenic don't dunk shots I'm independent set up shop Like a dope boy and it's a trap spot It's the asshole in the ascot Who told that bitch get ass shots? Wanna make money in the A Town? Bitch gotta make that ass pop It's the GOLD gang, nigga we don't want half We laugh while we break down the whole thang Talk that shit I'm profane I kill myself, Kurt Cobain Propelled of propane, I'm gassed up, I'm so vain I puff pass, I blow Jane, but this shit feel like cocaine STS you should know my name That's a shame you don't know by now I dropped the tape that made the East Coast great God dammit I was shaking up the underground [Hook] [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] [Verse 3: STS] Okay, stroll up in this mothafucka thirty toes deep That mean three hoes is with me, square niggas that don't capiche My credits in the street put my bottom bitch on a lease And if you can't control that ho, put that bout it bitch on a leash As I commander in chief with my niggas like naval fleets Got my Cartiers, Mark Maneres and Polo naval fleece No creases in my denims, only buy my women Louis Tell 'em beggars can't be choosy and both bitches can't be bougie Ha, as I ruly, tell these bitches truly You'll never find no one like me so bitch you best not lose me Hookers used to choose me, groupies now pursue me Blow doobies with me and my band and mates, I feel like Hootie No blowfish but I do, kill a mothafucka like Fugu A Town bitch like Nu Nu, Red bottoms on like soo woo Flow speed up like choo choos, talk hoes out they mew mews I'm so cold, my crew cool Gold gang, nigga we rule [Hook]
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