Grafh

Grafh - All Gold Everything lyrics

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Gold all in my chain, gold all in my rang
I ain’t got no credit, got one house
And 2 cars all in my name
Nigga got gold all in my watch
Gold all in my plane
Got gold all in my skin tone
I got gold all in my veins
I’m a golden brown ghetto nigga
My mama talkin bout change
What y’all be talkin bout strange
You talking bout them, you talkin bout lame
You talking bout me, you talking bout g
You talking bout cheese, you talking bout gangs
My watch be talkin bout bling
My gun be talkin bout bang,
Nigga this ain’t no fuckery
If you real nigga then fuck with me
But don’t fuck with me, cause I don’t fuck with niggas
That fuck with niggas that don’t fuck with me
This for them hood bitches, them bad hoes and good bitches
Them ugly hoes that you think they cute
On twitter cause they take good pictures
Hood vicious, straight violent
This watch, now that’s great timing
Shout out to them bad hoes
On instagram with they page private
Spread your legs, I’m stage diving
I treat the pussy like a steak omlet
I break your legs, I break your heart
I break the law but never break the promise
Check book, 8 commas, I lend you bread so you can pay a homage
In the club, my dark ass shades
I can’t see through em like fake diamonds
Sexy mama, I got expensive problems
Shoot game… I drop the work up
In front of you niggas, I mean benny hana, fendi, prada
I’m fresh bitch, I’m fresh bitch
Fuck a yes man, I need a yes bitch
That do what I said, and I say it’s trill
I say get to french, I say french kiss
I’m the fresh prince, I’m too strng
I’m high as fuck, I’m too gone
In the 2 seater with the roof gone
And the top go back when the roof yawn
Everythang in my chains is too long
My tool drawn, know it’s too long
I ball out get my swish on
Your coupons, I freestyle about 2 songs
Normally I don’t give a fuck who’s song
But my nigga trinidad, said take the beat and put a bruise on
So I spit on it, the same way
That I treat tits that I drew on
When I fucked the bitch with my jewels on
Ass thick with my timbaland boots on
With one 4 watch, 4 gold chains, 4 finger rangs, I kill em
Yo wife be, spend the night with me
And I treat the pussy like dinner
And this song for them fuck niggas
That’s hating on this winner
They talking on that gangster shit
But they hard prolly pump glitter, kill em

Gold all in my chain, gold all in my rang
Gold all in my watch, don’t believe me just watch
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, don’t believe me just watch
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe me just watch
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe me just watch
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my rang
Gold all in my watch, don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe me bitch!
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Language: English

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