Karaoke Goldie av A$AP Rocky — sjung med på texten på Singa

Goldie Karaoke

A$AP Rocky

LåttextGoldie

Uh, uh, I said it must be

'cause the n***a's

got dough

extraordinary swag

and a mouth full of gold

H**s at my shows they be

strippin' off they clothes

and them college girls

write a n***a name

on they toes

N***as talk s**t

till they get lockjaw

chrome to ya dome

till ya get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy

or a rockstar

everybody play

the tough guy

till s**t pop off

Let's take it to the basics

you in a midst the

greatness my Martin was

a Maison rocked

Margielas with no laces

Cristal go by the cases

wait hold up that was

racist I would prefer the

Aces, ain't no different

when you taste it

A 40 ounce to chase it

that's just an

understatement

I'm early to the party

but my 'Rari is the latest

Somehow it seems

girls in they late teens

remind me your favourite

jeans 'cause they

naked 'cause you famous

Life's a motherf**ker

ain't it?

These other rappers

aimless

So tell me what

your name is

Imma tell it

to my stainless

You aim it for you bang it

let that banger leave you

brainless it's just me

myself and I and

motherf**kers that

I came with

Miscellaneous n***as

wanna hate on me

until I tell them

to they face

they ain't no G

Low key n***as mad

'cause I'm smooth puffin'

zig zags tell 'em quit the

riff raff b**chin'

with yo b***h a*s

I said it must be

'cause the n***a's

got dough

extraordinary swag

and a mouth full of gold

H**s at my shows they be

strippin' off they clothes

and them college girls

write a n***a name

on they toes

N***as talk s**t

till they get lockjaw

chrome to ya dome

till ya get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy

or a rockstar

everybody play

the tough guy

till s**t pop off

Yes I'm the s**t

tell me do I stink?

It feel good wakin' up

to money in the bank

Three model b***hes

cocaine on the sink

and I'm so 'bout it 'bout it

I might roll up in the tank

'Cause my chain came

from Cuba, got a lock up

on the link and them red

bottom loafers just to

compliment the mink

eyes chink

Rollin' up that dank

blowin' on that stank

Whatchu mean?

Tell me what you drink

I'm on that kissing pink

You could call me

Billy Gates got a crib

in every state

man on the moon

got a condo out in space

Open up your legs

tell me how it taste

and them n***as talkin'

s**t so tell them

"Tell it to my face"

Tell that b***h

Hop up on my d**k

rolled up on her quick

in a six told her suck

the d**k

motorboat her t*ts

I'm the s**t

n***as mad cause

I'm smooth puffin' zig zags

tell 'em quit the riff raff

b***hin' with yo

b***h a*s

I said it must be

'cause the n***a's

got dough

extraordinary swag

and a mouth full of gold

H**s at my shows they be

strippin' off they clothes

and them college girls

write a n***a name

on they toes

N***as talk s**t

till they get lockjaw

chrome to ya dome

till ya get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy

or a rockstar

everybody play

the tough guy

till s**t pop off

Everybody play

the tough guy

till s**t pop off

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