Go back to those gold sounds And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central,
the sounds of the city somehow they comfort me on lonely mornings like this is someone out there like me walking their own lonely street walking their
Ha ha And I know it don't sound right But you can't turn a {hoe} into a housewife And I know it don't sound right But you can't turn a {hoe} to a housewife
I know, all I know, all I know [Verse 2:] The east side of the A-T-L Aye we sit tall This is the home of slang and shit talk Gold diggin' hoes don't
and make it something Tell 'em faking ass niggas they won't make it frontin' Tell 'em girls lose they clothes and get the shaking something Purple weed gold
com/">Testi Canzoni</a> [Verse One] I'm still living la vida loca Where hoes sell prices on weed or coke-a For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz It's have you makin' one of the sounds
out later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin with Wheezy F baby, please say the baby Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady Triple gold these
a match with his own eyes, he is still looking for that heartbeat, as the coffin burns out bright, as i hold you as they bury us in gold for the last
whole style is so cold I glow like old guys who go bald My flow got no front in the vocal Your flow got no button its so old I don't mean to sound like
It's just my fantasy There's only one and when you're done It's ours just for fun And then please give me some Listen we'll call her gold and you
Mother nature comforts us Embraces to her breast Fields of gold and icy plains We feel her great caress Cocooned by earthly majesty A cosmic jewel
Yu can call ha mahh boo boo [Brittany:] Well dese niggas im fakin im ready to take yo shos yo clothes and even yo cake lay on da ground and don say a sound
on the road to ruin Don't know what we're doin' She's not beautiful But don't make it plain You underestimate It's not a game A heart of gold Behind
auf MTV. Ich bleib selbststandig, skrupellos, bist du schon Arbeitnehmer oder hangst du noch am U-Bahnhof. CHORUS Sie starren auf mich wie Gold
CHORUS Ich mach aus Schei?e Gold, Feuer frei Vamanos! Die Hymne furs Volk, der sich einsam nach oben boxt. Kampferherz, das ist besser als Geschlechtsverkehr
My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns [2