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heebzstreet – goldie remix كلمات اغاني

[hook]
i said it must be cause a n-gga 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 n-gga name on they toes
n-ggas talk sh-t ’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 sh-t pop off

[verse 1]
the loudest weed i’m blowing, you deaf if you ain’t heard me
got respect for how i’m flowing out in harlem back to jersey
to all the haters judging, where the f-cks your jury
sticks and stones may break my bones but only bottles hurt me
so i open up another one, and still i’m rhyming fluent
they ask me how it happens i’m like nike i just do it
girl i’m smooth and i’m cute since i got it i’ma flaunt it
cause i’m swaggin all the b-tches looking at me like they want it
my drink is like my weed cuz i’m sipping on that lean
my lungs is turning green cuz i burn like kerosene
the opposite of lazy writing songs like a machine
old school, new school i’m somewhere in between
but when i’m chillen in my cl-sses all my teachers write me up
cause i rap, and i’m ill, even though i’m white as f-ck
man meet me at my at residence, party where i stays at
and bring the dead presidents i need them b-tches a$ap

[hook]

[verse 2]
chillen downtown, my homies balling wit me
if you grew up here then only nyc is called the city
up on forty-second, signs of hov and diddy
molder of the legend that’s my f-cking idol biggie
these newbees want to run, but they ain’t even started walking
they say they getting money but i only see em’ talking
i be rapping so unique it don’t happen like this often
i’ll be smoking till i die that’s why i’m smoking till i’m coffin’
b-tch you rolling witta g, i don’t care that your a dime
your barely half of me and i ain’t even in my prime
ciroc and then corona, coconut and lime
you’ll never stop my climb the universe is in my mind
so don’t f-ck with me, i’lll f-ck your hoe i found my flow go find your own
you getting lame i get insane i’m getting brain, my mind is blown
meet me at my at residence, party where i stays at
and bring the dead presidents i need them b-tches a$ap

[hook]

- heebzstreet

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