Verse 1, Gold from SpecificsSpit it right I can't decipher with a spliff hanging from my lips, gang of kids livin' different cycles, same mic, slang contributin' from many source, thanks gimme yours, if we hang again I'll give it back to him, even score settle back, war stories, yo if it's black call the kettle that oh glory, oh golly triple grass yellow young crazy opposites, Hollywood drama playin' in my thought watchin' us, blur like mirage does, stop the tape, put it on pause, gotta break them tabs off, most broads get erased fast, armed but I'm glad I could take that, lil' clicks dippin' shit, mixin' straight out the liq's cabinet, strange after taste, did magic he licks her, glodie locks sittin on the jock of the bay, he French kissed her, ever since then old flame went away, and no sweat I never looked at that bitch the same way, and weed sparked with ones, just parking lots he's got braces, flies both gold fleece with Jason in the argonized, x, g, f in the future, used to be a cute smile, eye contact with a step holla back hi, let's talk sometime soon, super, I'mma buy myself wine coolers
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Yo what up, this is doo-wop. I stick around for the end, betcha moola, and tip a drop of the sky, you might forget me, what if any event move the dutchess. Yo what up, this is doo-wop. I stick around for the end, betcha moola, tip a drop of the sky, you might forget me, what if any event
Verse 2, Gold from SpecificsShit changes people, they switch, went into hit made sequels, all the stayed fixtures meet sore and repeats those, days of our lives is breezing by, our peeps die, get rich, g to the y, Mary ill bitch is pregnant with aliens, evil twins come back to life, clone babies into lady friends, ovaries, yo but we leave the show more frequently, the most meet again, only when the season ends, what a friend, they got what they needed from us, I guess we got what we needed from them, crush come and go, walk clutch your hands and we stroll, once again got rough ,the tough get rollin and don't look back, stolen my heart like a bucket of gold, fuck it I'm Gold, and have mad bucket, I'm stoked seems great to be able to say, I knew that dipped we sipped beers it's been ages but I'm risin' to cheers. Shit
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Yo what up, this is doo-wop. I stick around for the end, betcha moola, tip a drop of the sky, you might forget me, what if any event you the dutchess. Yo what up, this is doo-wop. I stick around for the end, betcha moola, tip a drop of the sky, you might forget me, what if any event you the dutchess. Yo what up, this is doo-wop. I stick around for the end
Verse 3, Gold from SpecificsIn the same veneered lips make sick shapes, and ain't a lot changed, since I've been away, dear age is just a digit, yo I have faith, that all you chicks I click with, wanna wrap yo' legs around this dick, life is just pissed, brand mirrors washin' lipstick, erasin' all the gossip and mischief, I got it in my brain, the specifics ain't lettin' this rearrange, even if it's just not realistic, wish it could take me back, that same apple berry side of the sane we tapped, yo the blue shit take me back like music, any dames I knew in my life they passed through this, and she'd began to take me back, that Zima Alize and champagne we tapped, yo the wood bong take me back like love songs, many dust we just stayed up to sun dawn, one love y'all