thought it was some Devil Who put the crying in goodbye Till we found ourselves starin' In God's golden eyes We found ourselves starin' In God's golden
Traduction: John Hiatt. Golden Eye Dieu.
[Chorus:] Violence, (oh no!) is golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah! Violence, (oh no!) is golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah! Pass another plate of shrapnel, sprinkle it with
Feel his presence in the crowd Other girls they gather around him If I had him I wouldn't let him out Goldeneye, not lace or leather Golden chain
wants to see it They don't even wanna try Judge a book by its cover And you'll never know the story There's so much more than meets the eye Oh and I
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
if it's in the area The Friday's young, try things my way hon Malibu ride, highway 1 [Lloyd] Nothing is too much, everything you touch turns to gold
diamonds, No flaws show up My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up Goin' gold minutes after
it's not about love Just dont tell me that... You like to drive in my Jag And spend, every dollar of my credit, baby Guess, what hit me with your golden eye
captioned I'm the main attraction Young Rome A.K.A. Young Rich Guy That's real talk This is for all the disfacts O'Ryan young boy with a golden voice
nature's breath we all depend It's good to be alive OHHHHHH;THE EYE OF THE EAGLE OHHHHHH;FINDS IT ALL OHHHHHH;THE EYE OF THE EAGLE OHHHHHH;SEES
I can be spotted by the blind eye But I'm not capping, just informing y'all that I'm doing rather well from rapping Although my records never made it gold
in my spine, they can't hold me like Kobe Bryant Powered up, popping tulips and clovers and stop signs Taylor made, Gucci looking like a million bucks Neck full of gold
falling, slowly falling, Jesus Christ ) Grim Reaper : Yes, could this be? another episode from the terror trilogy The world economy He's falling, slowly falling When those streets are paved with gold
this fuss is for nothing I be steadily stunting, now these models they want him I was barely important, now the crib that I walk in Got gold corridors
lyrics so def it's above the rest New Jack's tryin' to change, but you're lame to the game Frontin' like your're hard, with a fake gold chain Tryin' to
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place,
you, no closer two, while drinkin brew What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes Gave you
