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Blood Orange - Gold Teeth
dj acroamatic
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Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I got gold teeth, nigga
I'm from the street, nigga
You got some beef, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
We keep the dope cookin'
And where I'm from, grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I got gold teeth, nigga
I'm from the street, nigga
You got some beef, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
We keep the dope cookin'
And where I'm from, grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I got gold teeth, nigga
I'm from the street, nigga
You got some beef, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
We keep the dope cookin'
And where I'm from, grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
Feeling right (feeling right)
Feeling nice (feeling nice)
Feeling nice (feeling nice)
Check the price (check the price)
I'm on at night (I'm on at night)
Cold at night (cold at night)
Ignore my phone (ignore my phone)
No reply (no reply)
Prism got (prism got)
Me feeling old (me feeling old)
Sweat it out (sweat it out)
Watch it go (watch it go)
Real bad bitches, getcha ass on the pole (yeah, hoe)
We gon' rumble in this hoe (yeah, hoe)
We gon' rumble in this hoe (yeah, hoe)
F-f-feeling great, feeling right
Bitch, I'm 'bout to take a flight
Not commercial, bae, I'm flying private
Where you wanna go tonight?
I'm thinkin' Venus, you be thinkin' Mars
Let me secure this bag, bitch, I'ma hit you up tomorrow
'Cause I ain't got time for the bullshit
Man, I'm tryna get rich
Pussy power
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, that's the biz
That's what you ain't
I don't be smoking the dank
Feeling so high at the bank
Candy the paint
Used to be mashin' the gas
Used to me getting the cash
Feeling right (feel alright)
Feeling nice (feeling nice, yeah hoe)
Feeling nice (feeling nice)
Check the price (bitch, check the price)
I'm on at night (hoe, I'm on tonight)
Cold at night (man, it's cold at night)
Ignore my phone (bitch, ignore my phone)
No reply (no reply, yeah, hoe)
Real bad bitches, getcha ass on the pole (Patta)
We gon' rumble in this hoe
We gon' rumble in this hoe (ooh)
Y-y-yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I know they scared, nigga
Choppers popping, leg hitters
Coming for head
Get 'em up, get 'em gone
I stay in my lane, mayne
Diamonds in my chain, mayne
Yo' bitch got that brain game
I'ma let this dick slang
All in her esophagus
Ticklin' her tonsil-us
My pockets are monstrous
I'm just having fun with her
But you got a problem, huh?
She told me about this
Say your flow gon' make me rob 'em, huh?
.45 to his noggin, huh?
Don't you make this a problem, huh?
(We gon' rumble in this hoe)
(We gon' rumble in this hoe)
Y-y-yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I got gold teeth, nigga
I'm from the street, nigga
You got some beef, nigga
Y-y-yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
We keep the dope cookin'
And where I'm from, grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
Feeling right
Feeling nice
Feeling nice
Check the price
I'm on at night
Cold at night
Ignore my phone
No reply
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
Go get your boys, nigga
I bring the noise, nigga
So bring your toys, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
You got your drama, boy
Marijuana, boy
I'll shoot your mama, boy