what's good to golden Make it golden Take some time and think it through You know what I'd like to do We could take what's good to golden Make it golden
of gold, rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold Rich
you're the same doopdoodoo The fields where we wandered were golden Now only muddy my boots and I know I should recover, you're a bird of the summer
wipe out your worst ennemy Dem are brave, dem are strong like an army. Ya hear about dem, but ya cyaan't see no face You should see dem resting in their golden
out your worst ennemy Dem are brave, dem are strong like an army. Ya hear about dem, but ya cyaan't see no face You should see dem resting in their golden
t givin it a fuck King diamonds for the wify, 15 karats for da soulja truck Blow to da bone 2.2 pearly gold and I'm still sewing it down Moon roof to
not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me [Baby Beesh] My lifestyle so cold, holla for the gold
Maurice White, Eddie DelBarrio & Philip Bailey On a golden sky, you my sparkle flying high My vibration start to rhyme and it chimes with loves direction
see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain
I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff" I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch I see your lips moving
driving away And everything's okay Floating around when theres no need to walk And theres nothing but gods And feeling no talk Where there is golden bees and silver birds
My Waist And I never dance when I'm in this place 'Cause You And Your Man Is Planning To Hate (I'm So Hood) And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You
Slim Thugger, on 23's burning rubber Sometimes I wanna shine, sometimes I roll undercover I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds Looking
partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God One time, gotta keep it real Got gold and diamonds
cuz i done made it da' habit from point a ta' b and even ta' point c im searchin 4 sum cabbage. Hold up look up in da sky is it a bird? Is it a plane
you to bleed the block That's what my father told me Take care of your business nigga but don't rush it move slowly Undercover with a birds eyes view
(feat. Martina Topley-Bird) Tricky: Well I'm sittin on my lunch break, grinnin my teeth It's the last day of the week, boy what a relief My muscles kind
ground the poison seed a lute, a suit for jousting and the poems of a balladeer when all the Latin books were copied off in golden script well hoarded
